Angela and the young man finally managed to walk out of that room after taking their time, puking. The entire room that had a hint of a muddy scent mixed with water and fungus had now an addition—vomit.
The girl's nose wrinkled as she walked out of the room. They were back in their previous corridor. She immediately stopped searching walls this time around and discreetly walked toward the brighter side of the tunnel.
It was a do-or-die situation!
The girl walked on and on as the youth followed after her. For some reason, all the groups of destroyers and killers had disappeared. After that old friend of her mom, Angela didn't notice a single soul around.
Did they die or something?
She didn't know.
She could only walk in the dark as she got closer to the brighter end. The more she walked, the clearer the corridor became.
