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[color=Silver]	On their voyage through the thick mist, Laurence stuck close by Cara. He tried not to latch on to her out of courtesy but the unfamiliar surroundings definitely tarnished his confidence. Why did he feel so scared? There was a presence around him that felt familiar in all of the alien architecture around him. A gut feeling, almost, or that presence of someone you know watching you. He felt like there were eyes he hadn't seen in a long time watching him, mimicking his own gaze and sharpening its teeth with a diamond whetstone. That anxiety drew him toward the only body he knew that was human - Cara wandered in her readied stance and seemed keen to keep her promise of protection. He'd have been lying if he said he wasn't both jealous and grateful for her presence. She carried herself with such diligence, even for a university student, and persisted with her stronger aura. It was a sight worth seeing a million times. And, god, Laurence felt embarrassed to even look at himself. Wandering around in a street of nowhere, scared out of his mind and close to paralysis and yet he flaunted over her mettle in his mind. He hated knowing that he was even in such a position, let alone mixing his mind with both the troubles of the situation and the fascination in the new ally he'd made.

	With their eyes searching every place, he felt his chest pump with anxiety. Fuck. He hated being there. It was so horrific. No building looked real or hospitable, and yet the sounds of scurrying from inside indicated that [i]something[/i] was around them, lurking with a devilish stalk about it.[/color]

[color=87F64F][b]"Hey...uhh...thanks-"[/b][/color] [color=Silver]Oh fuck, why did he start talking again? Was it because he hated the deafening silence that encompassed the pair or was it that today had shown him how much he truly loved one-to-one conversation?[/color] [color=87F64F][b]"I mean like...you didn't have much of a choice but...and we're just in this shitty place but...I mean, thanks. I don't think I would've moved from where you found me."[/b][/color]

[color=Silver]	Cara stopped staring ahead to lpok back at Laurence, shaking her head.[/color] [color=lightsalmon][b]"Don't worry about it, I'm happy to help,"[/b][/color] [color=Silver]She replied. After a short pause, she did laugh to herself.[/color] [color=lightsalmon][b]"It's a weird situation, I'm not really sure if we're doing the right thing, but...strength in numbers is better. I think."[/b][/color]

[color=87F64F][b]"We're barely a pair,"[/b][/color] [color=Silver]Somehow, through the blistering terror, he found his lips curling into a smile,[/color] [color=87F64F][b]"I mean, well...I get you."[/b][/color]

[color=silver]	His eyes began to scan their surroundings once more. Over on the horizon, he noticed a glimmer of golden sunlight break through the mist - only slightly, however. Squinting, he tried to gaze through the obstruction to see what had suddenly blossomed in the far reaches of their murky underworld. He couldn't see a damn thing, fortunately, but instead heard the roar of its upcoming barbarism. Feeling a sinking anchor strap itself to his gut, he knew that whatever was out there was anything but good. The grand scale explosions of violence erupted. The horizon sounded just like a dimmed warzone. He could no longer hear the sound that Cara wanted to investigate. And with the golden horizon blessing them with cursed implications, he reached out for her wrist, mostly grabbing half of her hand.[/color]

[color=87F64F][b]"We definitely shouldn't go this way."[/b][/color] [color=Silver]He suddenly spoke with strange conviction, a defiance to continue with their intrigue.[/color] [color=87F64F][b]"S-sorry...but, it's not...do you not hear that?"[/b][/color]

[color=silver]	Cara squinted as she tried to see through the fog, shaking her head in disappointment when she couldn't make out anything. As she moved forward, his hand held her back, and she looked back at him, surprised.[/color] [color=lightsalmon][b]"Hey now, we're fine,"[/b][/color] [color=Silver]She told him.[/color] [color=lightsalmon][b]"It sounds far away enough, but if other people need help, we should investigate, no?"[/b][/color]

[color=87F64F][b]"Cara, that sounds like gunfire or something..."[/b][/color] [color=Silver]Even though his fear was most definitely showing, he tried his best to keep a smile going as he met her surprised look. He took a quiet breath, before letting a meagre chuckle.[/color] [color=87F64F][b]"You look like...incredibly willing to kick someone's arse but I don't think it'll be much against...whatever's going on there. We can't do much realistically, not until we get home and figure out what this place is."[/b][/color]

[color=Silver]	Cara had to stoo herself from laughing at Laurence's comment, although she gathered her composure as she frowned to herself.[/color] [color=lightsalmon][b]"You're right, but it isn't like anything else is really jumping out at us, is it?"[/b][/color][color=silver] She asked him.[/color] [color=lightsalmon][b]"We could investigate to see what's going on or take our chances into whatever else is in the fog."[/b][/color]

[color=Silver]	If she weren't as calm and cool-headed as she was, he'd have declined the offer straight away. It was her influence, honestly. A blend of confidence, politeness, beauty and explorative behaviour creating the perfect leader. He felt rather outmatched, and arguing against her would've hindered his place and left him alone. It wasn't wise. He barely noticed himself holding onto her hand for support. Feeling like such a child, he cursed himself beneath his breath and held onto his temple with a free hand. Then, he nodded, and she began to lead the way.

	The two trekked through a vast open plain. The sounds of the golden street off in the distance began to resonate throughout the tempered landscape. A rough of bombastic explosions rattled the glassless windows and the rubble that lay at their sills. He breathed calmly. There was no orchestral ambience, just the winds of emptiness surrounding them. As a filmmaker, he knew how effective at the endless sea of silence was in terrifying a man. It cursed him to know that this was reality and not some fictional cinematic piece he'd conjured in the back of his mind. There was no real escape, only the desperate shadows of some misfortunate twisted fantasy he now inhabited. God only knew what little he'd have likely done if Cara hadn't been coincidentally in the same place at the same time. The hallucinogenic fever dream had taken him to the highest plains of distress and all the way down to the lowlands of despair. How fucked had they truly been, and how lucky were they that they were yet to be slaughtered in the maze they were so ignorantly unaware of.

	Suddenly, a translucent warp began to encompass them. It was much alike the effect that had taken them to the very same world. A sickness came in Laurence's stomach again. But as he stumbled around, keeping himself afloat by the clench of the hand, he noticed a figure off to the side, watching them. It didn't seem to be looking at him, however, but rather Cara.[/color]