She wasn't sure how much time has passed as she trudged along in the dark. When her fingertips felt clinging slime on the tunnel wall, Cecilia quickly wiped the sludge on her jeans with an air of disgust. She glared at the shadowy form of Chief Smith as he darted the flashlight beam about, highlighting great jutting cracks here and there in the wall as his echoing steps crunched against the stone.
She decided then that the darkness beyond the man was enormously volumous.
"How far does this go?" She asked.
"Hmm?" He paused, and chewed on his cheek as he appeared to think. "A few miles at least."
"Great." She said, fingering her knife.
A buzzing noise wafted into the chamber, slowly rose in volume, and in the space of a few breaths, made her teeth rattle. She hunched down, and cupped one ear with her hand as the light seemed to spin. She chanced a glance to the chief. He held both his hand against the sides of his head, and squinted his eyes closed tight.
A blinding flash later, and she sprawled on her belly against the cold concrete. The sudden weight on her back kept her pinned and breathless, and she bucked upwards by pure panic. Arms tangled with too many legs, forming a hopeless struggling knot.
"Miss Jones!" She heard chief Smith call out, voice thick with some emotion she was beyond being able to decipher. She swung madly with the blade in her hand, and with a savage grin, it thunked into something meaty.
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