Daisy jogged to catch up to them. Aria was surveying the room, clearly trying to decide what would be the most tactical position for them to be in. How she was staying that calm while the aliens seemed to be getting ever closer, Daisy would never know.
Just as Aria pointed at a crate in the far left corner, two figures burst through the open door, panting heavily. It was Harry and Ryan.
“You guys find a spot yet?” said Ryan. Daisy eyes went straight to Harry. He was drenched in sweat and his clothes were torn in several places but otherwise he appeared to be in one piece. Daisy ran over to him, barely registering Aria’s quick reply of ‘we need to get in that crate’.
Daisy grabbed Harry in a bear hug and he hugged her back.
“I made it back,” he said.
“You did,” she whispered.
“Come on you two, in the crate,” said Aria, “hug time comes later.”
‘Yes ma’am,” chorused the two of them, running towards where Kate and Ryan had already vanished and Aria was standing inside a crate.
“It’s a tight fit but I think we can pull this off,” said Aria, “this one of the bigger crates.”
Aria ducked down into a corner, flattening herself against Daisy. All six feet of Ryan was scrunched into half the crate. His face clearly showed that he wasn’t exactly enjoying the experience but he was somehow holding his position. Daisy squeezed in next to Aria, leaving barely any space for another human to fit in. Most people would have trouble fitting inside but Harry was very good at contorting himself into weird position due to a few of his joints being double jointed.
Twisting his body to resemble some kind of weird crab creature, Harry managed to stuff himself into the box, dragging the lid along with him, shutting them in. The darkness became absolute and Daisy couldn’t even see two inches in front of her face.
She held her breath along with the others as the shrieking sounds punctuated with the sounds of claws scraping on rough concrete became ever louder. The Carpathians were close by. Their makeshift plan was about to be put to the test.
She felt her heart creep all the way upto her mouth as she heard the sound of a door being flung right off its hinges. Judging by how close it was, the Carpathians had reached the room they were in. She heard them continue running and another sounds of a door being ripped out of the wall.
There were several shrieks and the footsteps heading in the direction of the final room.
“Harry, open the door, now,” said Aria, “we need to be out of here before they decide to start looking through the crates.”
Harry kicked the door lightly, gently opening it, being as quiet as he could be. He walked out of there, getting out of the position he was in, his bones cracking loudly as he stretched. Daisy was the last out of the crate as everyone crawled out in a mess of limbs and did their best to stand up.
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