Snippet #1316607

Laney walked along quietly, dreading the silence. Not only was the ground shaking from the footsteps of whatever the hell was following them, but the passageway was poorly lit and she found herself stumbling quite often. At one point she nearly fell when she tripped over something. She managed to catch herself, but bloodied up the palms of her hands from the rough wall she'd scrambled to grab hold of. I should have mentioned I'm a clutz, she thought dryly. She wiped her hands on her jeans before continuing on, several times more tripping as she did. It was hard for her not to notice the googly-eyed looks Matthew and Jenson were giving each other. Laney couldn't help but feel a pang of jealously, and to get her mind off of it messed with a strand of hair. She jumped as someone spoke, though stopped in her tracks and looked behind her. Feeling a little stupid with her bloodied hands, she crossed her arms behind her back. "We should be asking that to you. How long have you been following us?"