Young Writers Society

''My name is Adrid. The plan, for now, is just to gather information about our surroundings, and what else might be here, before we're noticed. If we are, just get behind me.''

She said all this with a simpleness that implied not only that she was confident in following through, but also that this sort of thing was routine to her.

Adrid. He thought, solidifying her name in his mind. Weird name.

"Well, that's one heckuva plan, Miss Adrid, but why should I trust in the fact that you can fight all the little ghosties down that corridor?"

She stopped to think.

''Because I think I can, maybe. I don't remember myself any better than you remember you. But I feel like a soldier. And you don't have many options.
If you don't want to trust me, you can always stay behind.''

That said, she hoped he'd come around. She knew she'd feel bad about leaving him alone.

Kara gulped. "If we're introducing ourselves, my name is Kara."

"And my name's Sawyer." Sawyer scratched his head, his headache still vaguely pounding at the back of his head. He didn't exactly like going with Adrid and Kara, but he didn't exactly like the idea of staying behind, either.

"Alright, sketchy corridor supposedly in hell, let's go."