Chapter 47: Composure
It felt like hours that they sat there in the dark, the deranged frenzy of terror murmuring malevolently in their ears.
Isaac couldn't pinpoint the exact moment when the noise from outside had subsided, but at some point, the creatures had given up. The only sound he heard now was the hush of Alessa's breaths and the steady beating of his own heart.
Eventually Alessa sat up, and Isaac realized that the sun had set - he could barely make out her shape beside him in the gloom. He took a deep breath and leaned back against the wall, letting his head fall against the support. He hadn't realized how tired he was from holding his muscles tense through that long ordeal. His body felt drained.
"I think -" Alessa cleared her throat. "I think we made it."
Isaac wondered if she realized she was whispering.
"What were those things, Less?"
Alessa gulped. "I - I don't know."
The question hung between them for a moment, neither of them able to move past that harrowing thought just yet.