[Caitlyn watches nervously as Clara climbs in, before squaring her shoulders and following. It's exactly as cramped as she was afraid it would be, and the slimy feeling of the walls is even worse than she imagined. All she can see is the faint light of the torch ahead, mostly blocked by Clara's body, illuminating more slime.
The rifle case on her back scrapes against the ceiling, showering the top of her head with cold, wet, evil-smelling sludge.
For a moment, she pauses, gritting her teeth as she feels slime run down the back of her neck and seep into her hair. But she thinks of Vi, and her mum and dad, and Jayce, and the situation that could be waiting for her back home and how much worse it could get the longer she's away, and about Clara's dad and how much Clara want to get home to him - even if she does complain about him being overprotective - and forces herself to keep going.]
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The rifle case on her back scrapes against the ceiling, showering the top of her head with cold, wet, evil-smelling sludge.
For a moment, she pauses, gritting her teeth as she feels slime run down the back of her neck and seep into her hair. But she thinks of Vi, and her mum and dad, and Jayce, and the situation that could be waiting for her back home and how much worse it could get the longer she's away, and about Clara's dad and how much Clara want to get home to him - even if she does complain about him being overprotective - and forces herself to keep going.]
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