That smug smile that could rival Disney villains, that crude chuckle of his that could haunt the toughest soldier. You shook your head, trying to gather your thoughts. Trying to track them by their phones would also lead you in a dead-end, assuming that you could even get to them fast enough in your condition. You knew texting them wouldn’t do anything either. You reached for your phone once more, quickly tapping through their names, calling them, only to get their voicemails or static on their ends. The five of you must have never come down here then. You had no memory of these halls or of these corners nor these empty rooms. You must have twisted it bad ducking for cover from gunfire. You grit your teeth and hissed as a shock of pain erupted up your calf. It was your fault that you were here, stumbling through the dark with your ankle throbbing, gripping onto the walls of the Nif base as you hobbled down the hollow hall. It was your fault you were lost, that you were separated from the group. “I can smell your fear… It smells delicious.”
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