They had tried to keep a running commentary on the season of football, but it had quickly died out as each would pause to listen ahead too often to bother talking. The tunnels echoed and the underground noises and echoing movement of their own feet kept them both on guard, wary of the girl and her strange companion. They were prepared for an ambush. When the guards had reached the stone wall they stopped, flashing their lights around looking for an alternate route. “There is no way they could have gotten past here,” said Walt, confused. He ran his hand over the filthy wall and the lines scratched into the dirt. It looked like fingernails, someone had been here. It looked fresh and even, but he was no forensic scientist, so he kept his mouth closed. “Well I saw footprints, so someone came down here.” Steve huffed to Walt defensively as he scoured the corners for hiding fugitives. He leaned over to squint at a mound of mud with concern, poking at it with his gun until he was satisfied that it was inanimate.
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