Scarlett's eyes scanned the surrounding area, her mental map guiding her through the maze of dark, deserted corridors. The group followed close behind, their weapons held tight, each footfall careful but hurried.
"Which way?" Garvin whispered urgently, his voice tight with fear.
"Left, then right at the food court," Scarlett replied, her tone barely audible but calm, eyes fixed forward.
"We need to move faster," Rose urged, her voice edged with panic as she scanned their surroundings, pistol held ready. "They're getting closer."
Scarlett nodded, quickening her pace without losing focus. Her mental map still glowed in her mind, leading them forward.
The Andersons, both elderly and frail, huddled in the middle of their formation, struggling to keep up as well as Mary who was trembling with fear while Matthew walked behund her, hands trembling slightly as he gripped his gun. Scarlett and Garvin led the front, while Rose and Louise took up the rear, their weapons ready.
