Fresh Poison Each Week

Mariah swallowed and took a deep breath. The tension surrounding her was stifling, like a living thing that struggled to breathe every time she moved. She edged forward, the silence wrapping around her  fearful of disturbing the rubble any more than necessary. She was surrounded by a stillness that made her skin crawl. She took a deep breath and held it, determined to take her first step forward. Her feet felt like lead as she inched forward, never breaking the oppressive stillness that surrounded her. The walls seemed to be closing in on her, and the tunnel seemed to stretch for eternity.

"Mariah Mendacium"OOC. Mariah has chosen dexterity.