Red magma slowly flew through the broken gaps on the two sideways. Over their head, the stalagmites were decorated. The air in here was no different from a giant oven. She threw the backpack on the rocky floor and knelt to sit down in a clumsy manner. The emptiness combined with the atmosphere. Ben also threw himself on the floor and took time to breathe.
“Are you alright?” Michael asked her with his gun tickling her arm.
Alexis nodded. “Yes.” The looked back to the way she had passed a minute ago. “Where’s Becky?”
Michael pointed to a space. “I sent her to the port. I think it’s that damn port. It…disappeared as if someone spelled it.” He did not know if Becky got a serious injury but he had to offer this privilege to the girl instead of to himself.
“Sorry”