"Quickly get in! Quick!"
Clara's voice reverberated loudly within the darkness. What followed after her voice was the single sound of certain steps. Despite being muffled by her voice, the rushed steps of the others, the steps echoed clearly within the surroundings.
*Step*
*Step*
*Step*
They were slow.
Unhurried.
Yet they pressed closer and closer, each one heavier than the last, as though the air itself recoiled from them.
"Quick!"
Clara clenched her jaw, pulling one of the scouts by the arm as they stumbled through the area. The small light coming from the narrow gap of the door flickered faintly, warping their shadows as they darted forward.
The door was ahead.
Just a little further!
"Move! Faster!" Clara shouted, her voice breaking under the suffocating weight of the tension.
She looked ahead, and she counted everyone.
One, two, three...
There were sixteen people in total.
'Perfect... Everyone is here!'
Bang!
