Gemotions

The lights flickered, then died, plunging them into near darkness. A strangled sound escaped her lips. The world around her tilted. Sarah fumbled for her phone, the screen offering the only available light.

"We're stuck," Ben said, his voice flat.

Stuck. The word echoed in her mind. Trapped. Helpless. She backed away, her spine brushing the cold, unforgiving wall. The darkness felt like a physical weight, pressing down on her, suffocating her.

Her breath came in ragged gasps. She imagined the air supply dwindling, the walls closing in. She felt the tears welling up, blurring her vision. She would be trapped. She would die.