Alysson continued to make her way down the dark and omnious halls of the Maze. She side stepped across corners and looked behind her shoulder whenever she felt a chill. Her intuition in these situations were usually really good so she learned to trust her instincts. Alysson clutched her hands shut, wishing that she had a knife with her. Every now and then she would hear something. She didn't know what but the sounds would send chills down her spine and it made her more alert and in some cases, even more paranoid that she already was. Left, right and forward; no matter how far she went and how many turns she made she just felt like she was getting nowhere and it made her heart pound. Anxiety was kicking in which began to dull her senses a bit as she stopped being so careful as she turned corners. It was becoming harder and harder for her to silence her footsteps. Her breathing began to speed up as the desperation and need for escape began to grow.