I was bolting down the misty foggy passageways.
Water dripped at a sedate speed from the celing.
I thought i would pass out from how hot it was.
I could hear the winlding and swooshing of it behind me.
I grabbed an edge of a wall and tried to swing around the corner.
I fell.
I slid in green moldy slime on the floor.
I scrambled to my feet as fast as possible and found myself face to face with a giant wooden door.
A grand hand carved dark wooden door.
I grabbed the vintage hadle and wipped it open.
I darted inside.
The room was alot dryer than the rest of the corridors.
I pulled a box of matches i kept in my pocket in case of emergencys.
I struck it against the cool stone brick wall.
I held it into the darkness.
A pile of fresh bodies layed in the corner.
Ones arm hung only by a tendant.
Anothers neck was snapped in half.
