The footsteps of the small group echoed softly against the damp stone walls as they moved deeper into the subterranean passage.
Clara walked closely by Elena’s side, her flashlight beam cutting through the dim fog of the tunnel. Up ahead, Jax and Leo kept a sharp watch like quiet little hunters, while Maya held tightly to her mother’s hand.
Clara walked beside Elena, holding a small flashlight she had found in her jacket pocket. Jax and Leo walked at the front of the small group like silent little hunters, their small boots making almost no sound on the smooth floor. Maya walked right beside Elena, her hand held tight in her mother's grip.
"How much farther, El?" Clara asked in a soft whisper, her arms brushing dry stone dust from her jacket.
"We are almost at the end," Elena answered,
