His right hand felt along the wall as he moved closer to that unseen exit, hoping like hell it was clear. Already he was lightheaded, his brain setting off its low oxygen alarm. His lungs burned, the exertion sapping his muscles of strength. He was running on full auto mode now, nothing but survival instinct propelling him forward. Then Sparkle faltered. He felt her hand drop from his leg.
Sparkle swept one arm back and managed to snag her forearm. She gripped him like a lifeline, quickly transferring her grip to his ankle as he kept going.
She couldn’t see s**t. The exit had to be close now. She stretched her arm out to feel for the door, hit empty air. Pushing her trembling muscles onward, she made another sweep. Nothing. f*****g hell, where was that goddamn door?
Debris on the carpet
