[ Once they're outside the doors, Clara looks at Red and takes a deep breath, letting it out. She can feel the heavy oppressiveness of the darkness and nods in determined agreement. ]

A lot of this seems like it's been mental. Mostly. Whatever happens in your head just keep my voice there too. It's not fucking real. You're perfect and you're my friend, don't let this place mess with you.

[ She pushes open the door and looks around, picking up the closest thing she could use as a weapon if needed, a long shovel with a broken edge. ]