I continue to watch @Draven_Eldercraft as he continues to lean against the wall of the building. I sigh aloud, the irritation of his respirator and goggles is beginning to get to me. Eerie pokes her head into the room and loudly clears her throat. I turn around to face my friend.
"We need your assistance with Emman." she says, "Do you have any ideas?"
I moan slightly, "No, he doesn't fully trust us. With those goggles he wears I can't tell whether or not he's being honest or trying to deceive us!"
"Is removing the goggles an option?" asks Eerie.
"Not unless he does so himself." I reply, "Any more physical contact from us may push him back over the edge."
Eerie sighs and shakes her head. "Erik suggested something concerning tunnels."
My ears perk up, "Tunnels?"
"Leading to the factories, it seems like a reasonable suggestion." she says.
A wide smile spreads across my face, "It's perfect, Eerie!" I say.
"The only problem is," she points out, "what if the tunnels were discovered? Or someone above ground hears our footsteps? There's so much to be considered."
"Don't worry," I say grimly, "They won't hear." I sigh aloud, "They wouldn't hear if we marched a mariachi band through those tunnels!"
Eerie raises an eyebrow, "Oh? And what makes you so sure?"
I groan, "The sounds. They're everywhere. They populate every bit of air, every minute, every second. You can never escape it, Eerie. The moaning, the screams, the thrashing, the shouts of the managers, the final breath of your fellow worker. . ." I hold my head, the memories overwhelming me, "It never leaves you! The noises all around. It's the most inhuman place in all the countries!"
"K, calm down . . ." Eerie says in an even tone, "That was Ember City, it could be different there."
I shake my head, letting the memories slip away. "It's no different, Eerie, it's no different at all."