With each step her balance slowly returned until she moved her hand from its supporting grip on the rough stones of the wall. Taking in her surroundings each sound made her turn, startled and wary, each scream and cry made her shiver as a slow fear began to creep in. She was becoming more and more certain that she was in no normal cellar, it almost seemed like a dungeon; an ancient structure where everything was weathered, the torches in the walls bore signs of decades of use.<br/><br/>"What the hell is going on?" She muttered the words under her breath as she made her way down the first of the corridors that led from the room she had woken up in. The end offered her only a corner, taking her away from the room and to another long corridor, torches dotted along but still no doorways. She walked slowly, carefully and with each step she constantly turned her head to see behind her. Although she could clearly hear the sounds of others in the distance, their cries and murmured voices but no movement, no footsteps around her.<br/><br/>It was eerie, creepy and the chill of terror crept up her spine. "Calm Sarah....keep calm. There is a way out of here.....you got put in so you can get out. Just stay focused....ready to fight girl, always ready to fight." She had started this mantra before fights, sycing herself up until she was pumped, focused and the fear that often tried to creep in, the nervous energy just drifted away. The corridor loomed but now she quickened her pace, determined to find a way out.