"Where the hell are we going?" Lizzie whispered harshly.
"Please, just trust me and keep your voice down," Saunders snapped back.
"Are we going to get out of here, Lizzie?" Sky whimpered from a metre or so further back.
"Just stay close," Lizzie replied.
Saunders raised a finger to his lips to reinforce his earlier instruction, then continued to sprint down to the end of the corridor. The soles of their shoes slapped against the stone floor, the noise clapping its way around the gaping corridors. They wanted to be as sneaky and subtle as possible, but that had to work in tandem with some sense of urgency.
Anyone nearby would surely investigate the racket, but if Saunders had timed it right, there wouldn't be anyone nearby at all.
Saunders skidded to a halt at a kind of T-junction
