[ Hilda follows his directions, her focus so honed in on not letting go of his hand, of not tripping over her own feet, on breathing but not too loudly although that feels like a moot point when she's sure that their footsteps echo off every dilapidated surface.
She's never been great with directions but every twist and turn they take seems familiar to her. Whether that's her mind trying to comfort her into believing that they're getting closer to the exit or her sense of direction only kicked in during the most dire of times. Neither are actually very comforting. ] Just a little further.
[ She can feel how her lungs burn as she wills her legs to go faster. But just before they can reach the exit, a spider comes leaping off the top of a building landing in front of them. ]
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She's never been great with directions but every twist and turn they take seems familiar to her. Whether that's her mind trying to comfort her into believing that they're getting closer to the exit or her sense of direction only kicked in during the most dire of times. Neither are actually very comforting. ]
Just a little further.
[ She can feel how her lungs burn as she wills her legs to go faster. But just before they can reach the exit, a spider comes leaping off the top of a building landing in front of them. ]