Becca licked her lips. Something needed to happen soon or she was certain that she would lose it. She did not like the way the walls seemed to get closer and closer with every step. It bothered her more than the gore on the walls and she felt perspiration soak into her clothing. Her eyes darted around frantically and her breathing had become steadily more uneven. Often she would look back, and rarely she would catch a glimpse of pink flitting from shadow to shadow. It was remarkably unnerving to not know which personality was back there. She fidgeted more, pausing to swipe her hand through her hair. She tried to focus on her breathing, trying to maintain some semblance of calm but it was not working too well.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>