It’s been an hour since we started our journey towards the left exit, and he is not kidding around me when he said that it is far. We’ve been avoiding those roaming creatures that are why we are immensely slowed down by it. I just can’t think straight because of the fear crippling inside my mind. There is no certainty in our situation now because anytime, it is possible for us to die. I can feel my body shivering in fear because of that sheer thought in mind. There are so many possibilities. Like being bitten in half or eaten alive, that’s my greatest fear, because for me that is the most painful way to die, and I can’t bear that. A loud buzz can be heard in front of me, and when I look at it, I dropped my wooden bar, where I extract my courage to face the horrors in front of me.

