[Chase watches her, wide eyed, for only a second before following her up the steps. There are only two sets of footsteps to be heard, the slap of his trainers, the click of her heels. Nothing lurching and heavy in the background.
He's not coming. He's gone. He's gone. The stairs widen as they read the first upward junction and an arm, the flesh thick and droopy on it like the darkened peel of an overripe banana, reaches to snatch Cameron out into the open.]
action;
He's not coming. He's gone. He's gone. The stairs widen as they read the first upward junction and an arm, the flesh thick and droopy on it like the darkened peel of an overripe banana, reaches to snatch Cameron out into the open.]