(?'s P.O.V.)
The first thing I could ever remember was something breaking, and there was a rush of something warm around me, leaving as I fell forward. I felt something soft catch me, and I was able to open my eyes. I could see dark blurs on this form who was holding me, I locked my eyes at this pair of brown/green eyes and saw that this form is a human, a girl like me.
"W-what is h-happ-eenin-g?". I stuttered, not used to the human language yet.
The girl tilted her head at me, "Don't worry. You're okay. I'm your new friend.". I blinked as I looked at her, the clothes' names coming to me in my mind. She's wearing a blue sweatshirt showing a navy blue sleeved shirt and gray pants, and red-pink converse.
I blinked again, "W-who ar-e you?". My new friend smiled gently at me, "Name's Rachel. What's yours?".
"No n-name.". I said quietly as I shook my head. Rachel frowned at that, and circled around me, seeming to think. I tilted my head down to look at myself. I was wearing a green shirt with blue pants, and barefoot.
"Hmm. Mom's middle name was Gabrielle, and Dad's middle name was Harris. You look like a junior version of my mom, through you seem to have a different personality.". Rachel muttered loudly.
"I got it!". Rachel surprised me, startling me to look up to see Rachel in a hand fist pointing up, looking triumphant.
Rachel grinned at me, "You shall be called Jacqueline Ebony. And for short, I'll call you Jackie. Is that fitting okay for you?".
"I l-love it, I'll have it a long, long time.". I smiled in happiness, realizing that I now have my own identity and personality. Rachel smiled back at me.
Rachel grabbed my hand, "Come and follow me. We got to get out of here. We're in a dire situation right now.". Her tone warned me of the dangers out there. We encountered another door, and we exchanged looks before I shrugged and Rachel sighed before we opened the door, leading into another hallway.
"Great, more hallways. Stay close, Jackie.". Rachel warned before she suddenly blinked and her eyes were glowing white around the corners. I gaped in surprise, then shook my head. I'm starting to feel that something like that doesn't scare me. I followed her as she led me. We walked in silence, occasionally whispering when we encounter splits in the path.
We stopped as we saw a big vent, and it was big enough to fit two people through. "What do you think of that, Jackie?". Rachel asked me.
"Could be anything in there, Rachel.". I softly replied.
Rachel nodded, "Good point, through if we don't go into there, we would have to keep walking and encounter something while if we go into there, we might be heading to higher ground.".
"I don't know about you, but I've never saw grass or trees before, or tasted the fresh air.". I commented airily.
Rachel grinned, "Then it's settled, we're going into there.". I nodded then I felt something like it's watching me.
"Uhh, Rachel, is it just me, or is something watching us?". I asked in concern and fear. Rachel wrinkled her brow then she seemed to see something over my shoulder.
"It's not you.". she whispered in horror. I confusedly followed her gaze as I turned around. I froze in horror as a giant alligator stared at us with its beady eyes and licking its tongue.
We screamed, and Rachel swore as we frantically opened the vent door, and I went in first, sliding along some yards, with Rachel sliding behind me, distantly hearing a chomp and growl. We came into a right turn, walking on our knees and elbows, wanting to be far away from that alligator.
We panted heavily as we no longer heard any noises or threatening sounds, stopping at a split.
"That was %#*ing close.". Rachel complained as I took a breath. I exhaled out, "A-at least w-we're safe i-in the vent until w-we find a-a exit in this split.".
Only nervousness or scared, I stutter somewhat. Rachel nodded at that. "Your turn, Jackie.". I sighed, and pointed left. We turned left, and continued on until we found a vent door, and with a very short discussion, we crawled out into a wide-open room, having a hallway out.
"Where are we?". I asked hurriedly. Rachel looked around, replied, "Well, by determining the air, we must be at least a floor below the surface.". I shrugged at that, and tilted my head to see a small bronze sign with squiggles. I can't read at all.
"Rachel, can you read that?". I pointed to the sign. Rachel walked closer and said out loud as she read, "Evel jo utejm"
Rachel scoffed, " Must be latin or something else. I don't know what it means.". I put out my bottom lip, and thought.
"Sorry, nothing. No ringing any bell at all". I replied. Suddenly I could smell burning, some kind of smoke, and I heard churning. We turned around to see hot lava spilling out of our vent.
"Ohh! The sign means wrath of lava.". Rachel commented before starting to scream as she ran. I joined her gladly, us running for our lives. Out of one pan, into another. This day is becoming rather unpleasant!