[h3]Berry[/h3]
Berry stood very still, barley daring to breathe in case the Grit behind her chose then to attack. She stood there in front of the stage absolutely rigid had been since she had spotted the dot appear on her map. She had a horrible feeling it had been there for a while before she had noticed it.

Berry stared through the little holographic map to the darkness beyond scrambling mentally to think of a plan to save her skin. She was certain the grit to hear her beating heart trying to escape her rib cage. From what she could see the others wouldn’t be coming back soon; Roy seemed to have stopped moving completely and Vincent had managed to escape the Grit, which too seemed to have stopped moving.

Berry then remembered that Vincent had mentioned his father had numerous booby traps laid around the house, and from there a plan began to form. Berry tried her best to remember distance between where she stood and the door ahead, the route she had to take, the number of tables there were and where they stood. All these details Berry drank in and tried to commit to memory, after all she needed every advantage she could get and right now familiarity of her surroundings was all she had.

Slowly, almost agonisingly so, Berry reached into her bag and pulled out her phone. She tried not to hiss when the screen flared brightly into life and again Berry locked all her limbs and stood very still. Nothing, yet. Berry typed in the code and the phone chimed happily. Berry froze. The curtain behind her wavered and something scratched upon the stage.

One, two, three.. Berry counted to ten without being disturbed, but the dot on her map remained.

Berry looked at her phone out of the corner of her eyes, not daring to risk moving her head, and selected the music player app and pressed the picture for a radio drama with her thumb.

By the time her phone had landed with a loud clatter and an infectious jingle Berry was scurrying to the door. She had turned off the map but it lay imprinted on her eyes casting shadowy visages in the dark. The curtain tore behind her but Berry didn’t dare turn to look. She grabbed the door handle as something crashed behind her and she was through the door, slamming it shut behind her.

Berry blinked once, twice, trying to get rid off the blurry outlines from her sight whilst her trembling hands locked the doors with a twist of the key in the key hole. Berry knew exactly the route she had to take to get to Roy, after all it was still partially burned to her retinas, and took off down the corridor on her right and took the key with her.