To Kaira, all the corridors were merging into one another. Occasionally something would stick out for her, a mural on the wall or a burnt out doorway and living area beyond. But other than that they seemed to have been walking for hours with nothing ever changing.
They’d left the market at least twenty minutes ago, still without anyone spotting them. And since then they’d walked corridor after corridor after corridor. Most were busy, even bustling. Some were very quiet.
Now they were in a particularly quiet corridor, one which wound in many directions along its length. The twists meant that at times no one was visible ahead or behind them.
Doug came to an abrupt halt. He glanced forward and backwards, motioning everyone to be quiet. After listening for a short while he reached u
