by Trots » Wed Apr 18, 2018 5:10 pm
She sighed and nodded a little, looking at the pit. “Strange.” She shrugged and hopped in with ease, it wasn’t too deep but she just sat up in a corner and began to fiddle with a piece of grass she found.
“Minho... I believe you, but really, we can figure it out ourselves. We can’t trust Her. Isn’t this a bit off to you? The second she comes, we’re getting closer to finding away out? And how is she not afraid of the grievers? I’m telling you, she might be working with whoever did this to us. There are signs, Minho, and I don’t like them... accept that she’s female. That I like.”