I turn and bolt back through the unexplored corridor. The way is dimly lit by orange paint smeared on the walls, and though the torch the strange… man… carried blinded me a bit, I manage to keep my speed and make several turns in what seems to be an almost labyrinthine space.. Enough to lose any pursuit. It definitely feels like some kind of facility. Is that what that thing was? Some kind of experiment?
The corridors and rooms all match in style, with varying states of decay. They quickly blend in to one another, so that the only point of reference I have is the direction from which I can hear the strangers talking and searching for me. It would be very easy to get lost down here, and the more I think about it, the more I am concerned about what unknown hazards could be down here. Maybe I acted too hastily…
1- Now that I have some space, I feel better about going to meet them.
2- This is too messed up. I’m going deeper until they stop looking.
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