"Where are we going?" Karen asked, looking around the dark path she and Neville were walking through.
He was in front holding a lamp while she followed behind him on the dark, narrow path filled with dews on walls.
"Outside," he replied her question, still walking carefully as she followed.
"I don't think it's right that we left them back there to fight on their own."
"We didn't abandon them. They'll be fine."
"The house is on fire."
"They'll be fine."
She looked back at the length they've gone in the dark before returning her eyes back to the front.
"I won't forgive myself if anything happens to them."
"Nothing happening now is your fault."
"Everything happening now is my fault. They followed my scent."
"There's no point blaming anyone now," he spoke, turning a corner.
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