Sierra heard him begin to scream at the creature in their presence and the very sound of its steps and its rumbling voice chilled her to her very core. Whatever it was had been drawn from the very pits of hell and comprised of an evil the likes of which she'd never encountered before. She had frozen in place. The world around her seemed to slow in her fear. Everything seemed like it was happening in slow motion even though it was but an instant. She was standing. She didn't recall standing up. Somewhere along the way in her fearful state and the chaos that was happening around her she'd found her way to her feet. She could hear Anthony repeating for her to run...RUN... But she didn't want to run. She didn't want to leave him here alone. And he had saved her from that horrid fate she had back with her father. She wouldn't abandon her friend now. Instead of running, a defiant look appeared on her face, and she spoke to him.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF00BF">"I won't run! You didn't abandon me when you found me, and I won't abandon you! If we fail, then we will face the horrors that await us together! If he sends us to the very depths of hell, I will go with you by your side!"</span><br/><br/>She wasn't sure where this odd feeling of loyalty to him came from, but it was a strong one. It was astonishing that she was willing to make this sort of a decision on the basis of knowing someone barely a couple hours, but she had faith in this man. Something about him was different, and she intended to live long enough to find out what it was.