“Who would’ve thought that people had the time and patience to build all of this?” She asked amusedly. Her voice carried down the damp tunnel, which was much to Fraul’s dismay. The echoes, the sound of sneakers squishing in a measly couple inches of water, and the stench. The stench of decay got to him the most, and quite frankly he wasn’t sure if he would be able to get this smell out of nose.
“Well if they wanted to escape from that hellhole, I’m sure they had tons of patience. Not so much time though.” Fraul shone his flashlight around the walls of the tunnel. It was oozing with water and other questionable liquids. Rats raced across one of his feet, causing him to shuffle around hurriedly. He dropped his flashlight, and it hit the ground, doomed to die as soon as it touched the water.
Now it was pitch black. There was no light at either end of the tunnel, and Val was terribly afraid of the dark.
She screeched as the absence of light q