The sunlight streaming through the doorway revealed dusty cobwebs clinging to the stone walls. Ryan walked back to Aria, his footsteps echoing off the earth and he gently lifted her onto his back again.
"Hold tight," Ryan whispered and Aria wrapped her arms around his neck, her grip tight.
Samuel quickly grabbed a huge-looking stick he saw on the floor, the wooden surface was worn but smooth.
"For defense," Samuel explained as he grasped the sturdy stick.
Ryan nodded and his hand instinctively checked his gun. The familiar weight of the firearm offered a measure of comfort, it was do or die.
Ryan cocked his gun while Aria quickly turned on her small torchlight, the torch adding more light to the walls.
"Ready?" Ryan said to them, steady.
Samuel grip tightened on his stick."Hell yeah" The trio descended the stairs, their footsteps echoing off the cold stone. The air grew colder and the darkness seems to press in around them.
