Following a stupid mistake of carol’s, you and the rest of your group landed yourself in all that can be described as an assortment of long, dark cave routes. Trapped with a horde, thanks to Alpha and her group of whisperers.

Carol was standing up front, with daryl. With you close behind.

Carol’s breathing had began to speed up slightly. You looked at Daryl. But Carol answered before him.

“Just a bit out of breath.” She said firmly. Looking between you and Daryl.

“She’s claustrophobic.” Daryl corrected. Carol shot him a glare. Those two haven’t been getting along recently. But that was the least of your concerns. Magna started to whisper about this all being Carol’s fault.