Day X =[Editing/Reposting]=

Day I

"You sure you know where you're going?" Trish whispered, tugging her hair free from one of the screws lining the vent. They had been crawling through the dusty vent for what felt like hours.

"Yes. I've worked here longer than you've used this place as a sanctuary," Eien said. He tapped at the vent wall with the flashlight in his hand. "Besides, we're safer in here than the rest of the group."

"I've watched enough movies to know how this will end for me..." Trish mumbled under her breath.

"Beruhig dich-"

"-I ain't your sister. Speak English-"

"-Stop fidgeting. These vents may be strong, but it wasn't built with two people worming through it in mind."

"You gotta understand why I'm scared shitless." She continued to ramble unintelligible things under her breath. Eien rolled his eyes. Even though he found the ebony woman annoying at times, Eien had long ago decided that if none of this Apocalypse mumbo jumbo had happened he and Trish would probably be best friends.

Eien huffed. "Your husband is better company."

"Watch it," Trish hissed. A sudden groaning and clicking sound halted their speech.

Eerrrrrrrrr...

"Please tell me that was your stomach," Trish whimpered. They both paused in their movements. The vent below them jolted with another groan.

"Scheisse!" Eien cried. The vent jolted again. The screws in the metal lining in front of Eien came loose before the vent went crashing downward. Both Trish and Eien gave a shriek of terror.

They came to a crashing stop right before the compartment Eien lay in touched the ground. The vent hung a few centimeters off the ground. Eien crawled out of the vent, helping Trish out afterward. They looked around at their surroundings in vain. It was pitch black. Even the flashlight couldn't penetrate the darkness.

"Where the hell are we?" Trish asked. She looked at Eien as the taller man tapped at the watch on his wrist. Three holographic displays appeared above his wrist showing different types of data and numbers that she couldn't understand. The screens, one by one, showed a blinking 'error' over their display. Eien sucked his teeth.

"My COM isn't working. Something in here is interfering with it," he said. He tapped the device again and the screens blinked out. "We need to find a light switch."

"I can barely find my hand in front of me."

"We're going to have to feel around."

"What if there's something in here?"

"If we can't see it, I doubt it can see us."

"What if it can smell us? What if it can hear us or feel the vibration of our voices or steps?"

"You need to calm down before it smells your fear." Eien chuckled. He huffed when Trish smacked him in the back of his head.

"Boy, quit playing with me! Don't say shit like that when it's a high possibility."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, geez!" Eien grumbled as he rubbed the back of his head. "Hold on to my pack, we need to stay together." Without further coaxing, Trish took hold of Eien's backpack. The silver-blond slowly led them through the darkness, cursing whenever his foot caught on something.

"Why is it so dark? What happened to your flashlight?"

"It died." Eien slid his hand along the cold, metal wall. There were smooth and pointed grooves along the wall, some occasionally blinked with a faint red glow. "Ah!" Eien exclaimed in triumph when his hand hit a button. The lights flashed on, blinding them in its glare.