The group was quiet as they followed the tunnel. Every fifty or so feet they would stop and Vasile, Alina, and Costin would all suck in deep breaths through their noses. She understood what they were sniffing for—blood. As they continued on, Sally noticed that the deeper they went, the heavier she felt. As though with every step she took, a brick of despair was being set upon her shoulders. Her heartbeat increased and her hands began to shake. Sweat trickled down her back despite the fact that it was cool underground.
“You okay?” Costin’s voice filled her mind and for a brief second his presence chased away the heavy feeling, but then it was back.
“I don’t know what it is, but there’s just so much sorrow down here.”
He reached back and grabbed her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
