64: Ryann
Ryann
There was no way of knowing where she was going, so Ryann trusted that voice inside.
She climbed. She stumbled. She ran. Her soft shoes didn’t clomp, but her soles ached, and a blister was forming on her right heel.
At one point she crawled, taking a tiny passage that tasted of fresh air. She emerged in a large cavern with three exits. The furthest of these held an animal trace, a rodent of some kind. Of course, rodents could burrow, and could squeeze through tight gaps.
The sound of boots echoed from behind. Those pursuing her had come close enough for Ryann to read their traces, at least superficially. There were three males and two females. They were confident, and they were strong.
She followed the rodent’s trace. Her top pulled against her skin, the dried blood t
