Deborah’s POV

They fell hard onto the wet ground, making Deborah gasp for air. The hole they fell through closed with a grinding noise, making everything almost completely dark.

Only their marks gave off light silver and gold shining in the dark.

"Are you okay?" Erick asked beside her, still holding her hand.

Deborah checked herself. Her ribs were bruised, her hands scraped, but nothing was broken. "I'm fine. You?"

"Same." He helped her up. Their light showed a tunnel made of old stone. ...