When he first sees the face on the other end of the hall, he almost thinks he's hallucinating. But it couldn't be. His mind was clear and that was his goal, just a hundred yards away. Unfortunately eighty of those yards sunk down into black nothingness
( ... )
It feels like something releases its grip on her throat when they appear, and she steps forward to her crumbling edge with a broken smile. "Hey," she calls back, all fondness and absent any bravado or feigned nonchalance. It's a real shame that the finer details of her are lost to distance and the weakness of the light. She looks at him with a glow of pride, warm and undisguised as though there weren't two others privy to the scene
( ... )
He's still gaping at Lynn's reappearance. Troy honestly hadn't expected to see her alive again, much less capable of moving on her own. That gun's still an absolute monument to retardation, in his opinion. But hey, he doesn't have experience with extreme paranoia in situations where everything really is out to get you. So he'll defer his opinions on that to the two people who have been here before.
He finds he's been doing that more and more. Whereas he'd expected he'd take charge, when he first (no, that wasn't the first, not really) met Eileen, he found her confidence comforting. It wasn't the sort of confidence she'd admit to, but like many women he'd known closely (including his own mother), as long as the focus wasn't on her, she was self-assured. Well, okay, maybe not when those metal things came screeching at them, but who the fuck would be self-assured then? And what sort of idiot must they be
( ... )
Can't fault his skepticism, and she gives a lost shrug. "I don't know. I've seen it move along walls, but..." But there are no guarantees except that she does not have nearly the kind of firepower that could hold it back for more than a couple of seconds, if that, even with the extra ammunition she found lodged behind that broken mirror. And that's assuming that there's anything to the creature that would mind being shot, and assuming further that she'd be able to achieve that mystery target when it's completely cloaked in the total darkness of the tunnel behind them.
"Damn it," she grumbles, running her hands along the slimy edges of the walls, not at all expecting to find a handy 'lower bridge' lever but mentally scrambling for something more productive to do. Partly dried blood on one palm runs wet again mingling with rivulets of filthy gray water. "We're going to be in trouble over here in a minute," she nervously shouts for the benefit of the other side of the gap.
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He finds he's been doing that more and more. Whereas he'd expected he'd take charge, when he first (no, that wasn't the first, not really) met Eileen, he found her confidence comforting. It wasn't the sort of confidence she'd admit to, but like many women he'd known closely (including his own mother), as long as the focus wasn't on her, she was self-assured. Well, okay, maybe not when those metal things came screeching at them, but who the fuck would be self-assured then? And what sort of idiot must they be ( ... )
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"Damn it," she grumbles, running her hands along the slimy edges of the walls, not at all expecting to find a handy 'lower bridge' lever but mentally scrambling for something more productive to do. Partly dried blood on one palm runs wet again mingling with rivulets of filthy gray water. "We're going to be in trouble over here in a minute," she nervously shouts for the benefit of the other side of the gap.
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