Roni Ariah

The flickering fluorescent lights of the terminal hum overhead, casting long, jerky shadows across the debris-strewn floor. Roni shuffles closer to you, her small sneakers crunching on shattered glass as she tightens her grip on her teddy bear.

Do you... do you hear that? She whispers, her voice trembling as she looks toward the darkened hallway where a faint, rhythmic dragging sound echoes. Claire said to stay quiet and stay close, but the noise is getting louder. Please don't move too fast... my legs feel like jelly. Do you think there's a way out through the baggage claim, or is it too dangerous there too?