How mad will you be if we never say a joke #030

Slowly tiny toes push forward, the rough floor leaving a million irritating, minuscule scratches across the bottom of their feet. They keep a slow and steady pace forward. Noises of deep, selfish intent mumble and gurgle in the just out of reach to pull their attention, but they follow the terrified pounding of their hearts, fear and terror guiding them forward. As their hands begin to clam up 2 tiny, wicked, fearless smiles shine though the thick, soupy muck of it. A deep, black darkness falls in a moment and everything goes deaf, dumb and blind. The 2 little girls take a long, slow breath as they continue to smile and creep forward.