The group of survivors remained huddled together at the spot where Kev had left them. No one uttered a word. The silence wasn't due to exhaustion or despair—it was respect, mixed with fear. Fear of the Abyssal Burrow they were trapped in. And fear of what might come if Kev didn't return soon.
They looked around nervously, the dim bioluminescent moss barely casting enough light to reveal each other's faces. Shadows flickered with every twitch, every breath. Every corner of this subterranean death trap seemed to hold a lurking nightmare, waiting to pounce on the weak and the unwary.
Kev was the strongest among them. That was an indisputable fact.
