“Dad? Brother? Somepony help me!”
Sandy charged blindly down the labyrinth corridor. Thrasher traced her – most likely her heartbeat – unerringly. While his legs were longer, the monstrous pony struggled with every turn. Even so, Sandy knew that it would only take a single…
…Dead end.
Thrasher closed in slowly, black ichor leaking from his jaw. Without warning, he pounce toward the filly like a wild cat. Running off of adrenaline, Sandy lifted her hind hooves and hammered them into the wall behind her as her father had earlier.
For once in her life, Sandy hoped that the ceiling was weak.