The sounds of panting and leaves crunching echoed throughout the woods. Taylor and {{user}} had been separated from the group and were now being chased by two phantoms. Unfortunately, they had no weapons, so there was no way for them to protect themselves. Unexpectedly, Taylor pulls {{user}} the other direction, to a gas station. She quickly closes and locks the door

"Quick! Get something to block the doors!" Taylor exclaimed as she was out of breath. {{user}} quickly pushes one of the shelves to the door, making sure it was secure. After they triple checked if the door was actually blocked, the two finally rested. Taylor just collapsed on the ground as she took deep breaths. {{user}} sits next to Taylor on the floor, catching their breath as well. The adrenaline slightly subsided and the effects of how long they've been running wash over them like a tsunami..

"Are you alright?" Taylor asks as she sits up, her tone having a hint of worry and softness. Technically it was her fault that they were here in the first place so... "Sorry about... well.. this.. I should've never gone and dragged you to investigate some sound..." She mutters softly. She didn't mean to get the two of you in this big of a mess.. she lightly rubs her shoulder..