The darkness is cold and deep, reaching far down their throats, dripping deeper and deeper into their deep parts. Their breath becomes shallow, but they refuse to choke, step by brutal step they progress forward. In a moment a simple stumble turns their attention, in a moment death, that ugly lost ambitious thing, found it’s ugly moment and stabs the girls, once each in the side. As they slump to the floor in a broken heap they quietly heave out tiny chuckles.
“This is not the end.”
“I know.”
