Practicing writing & description × book

chapter one of writing

Me and Lila looked around the damp place. We were in a sewer, we had our flashlights because we obviously didn't want to step in some weird liquid that who knows what is in inside it or in it.

Lila who had dark, poofy black hair looked at me with her amber eyes and cinnamon skin, she was nervous. So was I, but we needed to continue on the mission which was to find the causing of the illness.

Lila took a glance at me and looked down to her feet, we still continued to walk normally.

"Alexa?" Lila asked.

I look at her feet then her scared face.

"Yes?" I respond.

"are you still sure this is the place? This could be a trap but we could never know, and my flashlight is turning faint." Lila said with a hint of desperation in her face. It really seems like she does want to go out. But obviously, we can't. We need to stop this illness once and for all, no matter how long it'll take.

I wanted to say it out loud but it wasn't the time to be on her back.