Iris
I had been walking for what seemed like hours. I was using my phone’s flashlight sparingly, hoping that at some point I would regain service. I kept occasionally checking behind me, worried that Jason, or Daniel or heaven forbid, both of them, were after me. Was this part of Jason’s plan? To get me down here and watch me waste away? Why did I listen to him and not turn on any of those light switches? What could possibly be the reason for that? I was getting tired, and my body was sore. At this point, it was about to give out and leave me splayed out on the floor, a sacrificial offering ripe for the picking.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take another step, I came to a ladder. Dragging my body up the rungs of the ladder, I pushed against the trap door but it wouldn’t budge. I groaned
