As the group entered the darkness, one thing became entirely clear: there was a presence all around them. Joel, specifically, felt as if he was being watched from all angles. Those creatures were out there in the dark somewhere, watching from all angles, waiting to strike them and kill them. His breaths grew quicker as he began to move faster. He felt too exposed. He needed to get his hands on a weapon. An axe. Or a crowbar. Or a fuckin' chainsaw or something. Something to make him feel safe. Something to protect himself. 

Valencia, on the other hand, for the first time in her life, felt fucking powerful with her lead pipe in tow. She felt like she could stop one of those things if it came for them. Maybe not [i]kill[/i] it, but stop it from killing one of them, or stop it long enough for them to get away from it. She was in a constant state of hyper-alertness, her ipe held at the ready constantly, ready to bring it down on something.

[i]Bring it on, fuckers.[/i] She thought, adrenaline pumping through her body as they all waited for Jeff to break the lock. [i]Try me.[/i]

In reality, she was petrified. But she needed to be strong. Because if she wasn't, she would be breaking down, and that wouldnt be helpful for anyone in this situation, would it?