Walking through the stone, the metallic scent of blood continued to fill the nostrils of Emily, Izzy, Lizzy, and Grace.
A pair of gory remains greeted them as they walked forward, a testament to what they would find if they ventured further.
Izzy saw the corpse of the woman she had called out to earlier, her face frozen in a terrified scream.
However, even seeing this sight, none of the girls had upset stomachs. If Ryan were here, he would think it was a testament to this world's condition that four young women wouldn't even blink at a rotting body.
However, not everyone had full poker faces. Grace started to rush forward, ignoring the bloody scene, to look for her mother.
"Wait," said Lizzy. "If that woman is who I think she is, we're dead if we get in her way."
Grace looked back with an angry expression before realizing what Izzy meant and stopping short. She stood still for another moment until she gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, frustrated at her lack of power.