Disclaimer: Everything belongs to James Cameron except for my OC, Darya.

Chapter 5

I woke up to the sounds of Carl and Victoria. "I should have worn her suit." Vic said. Carl was rubbing her legs, trying to get as much warmth as he could.

"Hey! You did good. Really good! Okay?" Carl encouraged to which Vic nodded. I sat up and patted down my hair. Just like always it was all over the place and then walked over to where Carl and Vic sat.

"Hey. How are you doing?" I asked Vic. From the looks of it she was still freezing. I placed my arms around her shoulder and started rubbing her to warm her up.

"Thanks." She said through chattering teeth and gave me a smile.

"Hey, Frank. I think we should explore this part of the cave while we wait." Carl shouted over to where Frank and Josh sat. I just rolled my eyes.

"While we wait for what?" Frank asked, making his way over to the gear. Josh looked between the two.

"The rescue, of course." Carl said matter-of-factly.

"There are no rescues down here." Was all Frank said to which Vic gave Carl a distressed look. I stopped rubbing Vic's shoulder's and looked over at Carl too. What the hell was happening here?

"I still think we should sit and wait." Carl replied.

"Yeah, we've got enough food for a couple of days." Josh said, rummaging through the bag.

"Couple of days, this place will be flooded." And he looked towards the knife almost submerged under the ever rising water. "We follow the river and it'll lead to the ocean."

"Hey you okay?" Victoria was having trouble walking through the cave. Her body was cramping up because of the cold. God, she should have just worn the bloody suit. She just carried on without an answer.

The cave floor was slippery because of the water. I had to make sure that my footing was steady because if I fell I could very well break my neck and lay here to die. I wanted to bang my head against the wall in frustration. I couldn't do this. Who was I kidding? My hands clenched into fists in anger.

"Hey. Hey! It's okay." Josh said to me as he unclenched my hands. He kept his hold on them and looked me in the eye. "Why haven't you told anyone?" He whispered. The others trudged on, while we stood there facing each other.

"I didn't know myself that I was claustrophobic until a few hours. And you think I'm going to tell anyone now. Are you crazy? The situation does not call for it." I pried my hands from his and shook my head in frustration. "Josh, I can't do this. I thought I could, but I just can't." Tears started forming in my eyes. Shit! Great, I was going to start crying now. It was the last thing I wanted to do in front of Josh.

"Hey. It's going to be okay." He placed his hands on my cheeks and looked me straight in the eye. "Remember I kept you a promise. I'm going to get you out of here safe and sound. I promise you that." The tears started falling then, and I couldn't do anything to stop them. "Ssh. It'll be okay." And he pulled me into a hug and started rubbing my back.

"How many promises do you plan on making?" I joked and he laughed.

"As many you want me to. Now come on lets go before my dad decides to kill us both."I laughed at that and wiped away my tears.

As we trudged further, hand in hand, my foot slipped but before I hit the ground painfully, Josh caught me. I looked up at him and breathed, "Thanks." He helped me up and gave me a smile.

"Told you I wouldn't let you fall. Come on, we're almost there." My eyes fell on the rock behind him and the words etched on to the surface.

"Josh…" I started wearily which made Josh turn around and look at the source of worries.

"What? What is it?" His eyes searched around and upon finding the scribbled sentence ran forward. I quickly ran after him. It said, "George was here."

"Fuck. Dad!" Josh screamed. I gasped and started looking around for any sign of George. "Dad! George!"

"George! Where are you? You don't have to do this! George!" I screamed.

"Joshua! Josh, what's wrong?" Frank showed up within seconds. Josh just pointed to the wall before he started helping me in finding George.

"You guys! It's his rebreather. There." I shouted and walked up to the rebreather, looking around for any other sign of George.

"George! I know what you're doing! Get out here! George!" Frank shouted.

We got back to Carl and Victoria. I was mentally and physically exhausted. How many more deaths were there going to before we got out of here? Would we ever get out of here? I sat down on the boulder of the rock and drank some water. Josh sat down beside me.

"Hey Josh, Darya, smile for the camera. We are going to make the cover of National Geographic yet." I shielded my face from the flash of the camera. I didn't care about some stupid magazine. I wanted to get out of here. I turned by back, hunched over the side and threw up. Josh pulled my hair back and started rubbing my back.

Frank threw the camera in the water near my feet. "You won't be taking any victory shot! You got that!" He screamed and then I heard them both struggle.

"Jesus, Frank! Stop it!" Veronica shouted. "You okay, babe."

"You're really enjoying this aren't you, Frank? Playing God. Deciding who gets to live and who gets to die." Carl remarked snidely.

"There's no God down here. Nobody knows we're here." Frank replied.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and looked over to Carl and Victoria, "George is gone."

"What do you mean he's gone?" Carl threw up his hands in frustration.

"Decompression got him. He's dead." Josh finished for me, helping me to my feet.

Carl sat there in silence, finally processing the news. "Fuck! Shit! I'm sorry, Frank. Shit. I'm sorry." His shaking fingers raked through his hair in frustration.

"This way!" Frank called out to us. "Josh! Darya! Keep up!"

"You sure about this?" Carl asked.

"No."