Made half an hour after chapter seven, I'm still awake and i have my coffee, I'd say its black like my soul but it's only black because i ran out of creamer and its midnight so i can't go buy more.
(Y/n) POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Well...we made it this far, might as well say fuck it and just go farther."
I say, the half asleep Iris doesn't disagree with me, instead he just yawns and snuggles deeper in the blanket he's swaddled in.
Step by step, i approach the large hole in the stone wall, taking the torch that was against the wall and holding it in the hand i don't have Iris propped against.
"Lets go on then."
I mumble.
...at least it isn't the river, right?
The walls seem to drip as i go down the stone tunnel, the only light being the torch i had taken from the wall, it isn't as cold as the windmill, and not as creepy as the forest...its still really cold and creepy though.
"..any wise words, chub?"
I ask, only feint snoring is audible...he's knocked out again, i wish i had this babies ability to sleep so quickly and so well.
"...good words."
I chuckle.
The tunnel comes to an end and i step into what looks like a mine shaft, where abandoned minecarts and rusty railing is all over the place, the same green sludge is poured on the floor.
Hm....well, we're away from the windmill and probably away from the sight of those...things, that chased us here. Its still cold...but the air isn't hitting me like it did out there.
"Lets go off then."
I say, holding Iris a little tighter beside me.
I walk alongside the railing, meaning to follow the rails, but i end up following the green sludge, its going somewhere, and while im here...i want to know where its running off to.
The place i reach is a large open area in the mine, and on the side of the wall lays looks like...a little mining house, lifted off the ground with stairs leading to it.
"Could be nice...Sounds good, im in."
I say, walking to the stairs...i can take a break from all this stress for a minute or two, just relax with Iris and finally let him sleep soundly.
The stairs only lead to a window, but the window isn't separating the inside area with glass or anything, so i can just...climb in, its a shortly placed window as well, like it's meant to just be reached over.
I easily step over the 'window' and reach the inside area of the mine shack, inside is a table with a chair, what looks like cheese, a box full of...potatoes? Maybe-potatoes, and a thick backed TV, the type you'd see in the 70's.
"...wanna watch a movie, chub?"
I ask...i remember watching movies with Amanda to calm her down whenever she'd have little episodes of panic in her pregnancy, and they say Babies can hear things after six months in the womb...i wonder if he watched the movies with us...that'd be a cute thought.
I click the large button on top of the TV, it turns on..but it just stays on static, i try to adjust the antenna, but it stays on the static...fuck.
"What? Oh, come on.."
I mumble, tapping the top of the TV, it doesn't change...i guess a cave isn't a good place to have signal in, huh? Should've thought of that before they got the TV in...then again, it could just be really old and unusable now.
"Nevermind on that movie then..i don't think you'll mind, you're pretty zonked out anyways."
I mumble, walking to the chair instead and pulling it out to sit down...i can at least sit down for a little while.
Strange....this place looks both lived in and completely abandoned at the same time, like someone with little to no personal objects lives here, or maybe its an old house random people used to come in and out of.
this is such a calming area, no creatures, no eerie cold air...but i feel really put off just by sitting in here, i feel so watched, and so...judged, is that a way to put it? I feel like im not alone.
"...godamnit."
I mumble...the one time its completely calm, and im paranoid!
My gaze shifts to the jar on the table, inches away from me...what's in that? It looks like a bunch of mushed up bologna and veins. It has a piece of paper stuck on it with the word 'Cadou' written messily on the paper.
I stare at it for a bit, feeling like if i stop looking, it'll do something...im being paranoid, I'm just on edge...right? There's no way this thing is alive. But...just looking at it makes me feel uneasy, but i feel like not looking at it could...kill me. Fuck, i hate that bologna thing.
"I...im gonna go, come on buddy..i don't wanna be here much longer."
I say, standing up...im not sticking around, they say listen to your gut, and mine feels like its about to punch my brain, so...back to exploring.
I easily step over the short window again and go down the stairs, already feeling better...it felt like the jar was watching me, what the hell was even in that?
The stairs lead back to the opening area, where more of it is all over the place, and orbs of the same color are stuck onto things as well.
"...gross."
I say quietly...id rather be here than the shack though...God, i feel so put off by everything that was in there.
More sludge and puss filled orbs lead to another hall, except i see a large amount of light coming from it...where would that be going to? Another boat area? More houses? More mineshafts...? [Fun fact, i was going to describe the puss orbs as 'pussy orbs' until i read it out loud.]
I decide to walk along the sludgy trail, trying to ignore the vomit-like smell that's secreting from it...im gonna fucking burn these clothes when im home, they're just beyond help now.
"Yuck, be glad You're asleep, buddy...this smells worse than your diaper."
I mumble.
At the end of the trail, two torches are hung up on either side of what looks like...a lift, a wooden pulley system with two buttons inside it, probably to steer it up or down.
It seems like its sturdy, so i step into it, it doesn't creak or snap under my weight, meaning its most likely fine to use...most likely.
This could either lead us to a village, an abandoned mining shack, or...so many more things actually, the possibilities are good and bad, but...is it worth the risk? If i don't go, would i find another way to leave? Or is this makeshift elevator the only way out of this waterlogged hell?
"Here we are then...i guess we're gonna check it out...lets see where this leads us."
I say, moving the little blanket swaddle over Iris' head a little more, he has a pretty big head, i can imagine how cold his head gets with that big thing.
I press the top button and it immediately starts to lift itself up, showing rocks and dirt supporting the walls as we're taken to...somewhere, im really not sure where this is going, I'm just making decisions on whims, hoping they'll let us live for longer.
....i hope this will turn out alright, I'll be so fucking mad if this is all a waste of time.
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