Isla wrinkled her nose and coughed as the door all but disintegrated open before here. Wafting the dust and stale air away from her face (by instinct more than necessity, since it no longer bothered her at all), she narrowed her eyes and peered inside. Easily able to pierce the darkness, she found a whole lot of nothing much. It would be a nice private study area, perhaps, when it was cleaned up, but otherwise nothing special.
The same was not true, evidently, for her companion. Sam's cry for help drew Isla's attention immediately, the medic rushing back out in time to see him throw a chair(?) at what looked like large insects. How had they survived for so long down here? Realising with a start that they seemed to be made out of paper, Isla wasted no time. Opening her lantern to expose the flickering flame (and ignoring to cold drop of fear that filled her, mysteriously), she rushed forward to try and swing it at one of the creatures.
The same was not true, evidently, for her companion. Sam's cry for help drew Isla's attention immediately, the medic rushing back out in time to see him throw a chair(?) at what looked like large insects. How had they survived for so long down here? Realising with a start that they seemed to be made out of paper, Isla wasted no time. Opening her lantern to expose the flickering flame (and ignoring to cold drop of fear that filled her, mysteriously), she rushed forward to try and swing it at one of the creatures.
