"Uh, yeah? It'd be good to know how we got here so we know how to get out? If we're in the middle of actual Hell, can we even get out?" He said as he moved with her, frowning. "I'm already dead. This doesn't make sense at all." Was he just talking metaphorically or for real? Hmm.

He stepped out with her and paused, looking around. Left, right, forward. There's dripping water and the sound of nothing but, well, nothingness.

"Creepy is an understatement." He stated, frowning as he looked around for more doors or not. He pointed to one at the far end of the hall way, starting that way. "And my name's Ben, not America." He noticed her own accent was different than his, so he assumed that's why she just called him that. Still, he had a name.

The drip sounded louder as he headed for the door, and there was water seeping down along a wall near them. The creature under his skin wriggled in discomfort as he frowned, making his way towards the door.