[center][h2][color=ed1c24][i]Kimiko Maita[/i][/color][/h2][hr][@Crimmy][@Savo][@GarlandDaHero][@Suku][/center]
As Alex approached the door, Kimiko was still getting a feel of the newfound weapon in her hands, a quiet conversation shared with her friend about their situation. Creepy would be one way to describe the atmosphere. Esoteric, with a side of danger. Nothing about this world made sense, nor did it feel like it was supposed to. From the glimpse she had of the outside, it seemed as if they were stranded here, surrounded by nothing. Their purpose was unclear; their journey unguided. Exit was unlikely, as was survival. But Kimiko had no idea what sort of danger they were in until she saw... them.

Like a verdant flood, they poured into the room, covering Alex in their sickly forms. Her wooden weapon would be nigh useless; she was as likely to hurt her ally as her enemy. And yet, what was she to do? Nothing? A moment of hesitation as she fought through the paralyzing fear, then she screamed. 
[h3][color=ed1c24]"FROSTY!"[/color][/h3]
Kimiko rushed forward, knowing her next move was about as stupid as it could get. [color=ed1c24]"Take my hand!"[/color] she called out as she reached into the chittering mass of flesh. [color=ed1c24]"Come on, come on! Where are you?! Reach out... please!"[/color] The pain was almost unbearable, and tears streamed down her face, but still she persevered.

[color=ed1c24]"Come on, I can't lose you now!"[/color]