The walls are stone, and damp with residue. Somewhere off in the distance, you can hear the sound of water roaring, but it's hard to tell exactly where it's coming from: every surface, save the walkway you are on, is rounded.
You feel like you're walking through some vast, stone creature's intestine, and you have a dark suspicision that you're walking in a fucking sewer, although you've never seen one before. You know they're bad, though: you don't need to have spent time in one to know that sewers are a vestige of disease, and misfortune, and feral trolls who'll slit your throat and wear your skin.
(Don't think about that. You didn't survive drones just to get eaten by some frothing lunatic.)
"Hinnom," you call out again, rounding the corner, and the sound of your voice echoing back sets your teeth on edge. Everything here is setting off that reaction, to be honest. What you'd thought were lights from above are actually just lightgrubs nestled into the high dome of the ceiling, their fluorescent bodies flickering as they feed on whatever is up there.
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You feel like you're walking through some vast, stone creature's intestine, and you have a dark suspicision that you're walking in a fucking sewer, although you've never seen one before. You know they're bad, though: you don't need to have spent time in one to know that sewers are a vestige of disease, and misfortune, and feral trolls who'll slit your throat and wear your skin.
(Don't think about that. You didn't survive drones just to get eaten by some frothing lunatic.)
"Hinnom," you call out again, rounding the corner, and the sound of your voice echoing back sets your teeth on edge. Everything here is setting off that reaction, to be honest. What you'd thought were lights from above are actually just lightgrubs nestled into the high dome of the ceiling, their fluorescent bodies flickering as they feed on whatever is up there.
Algae? Mold?
How fucking far underground are they?