| To Your Left.... |
| The possibility of room to stretch, or even just turn around, in the near future too much for you to resist, you eagerly crawl toward the rustlings. By the time it occurs to you to wonder what those rustlings might be caused by, it's too late to turn around. You continue a little more cautiously, and soon discover that the concentration of that repulsive goop is much higher down this tunnel. You cannot hold back a grimace, and fastidiously begin trying to wipe off the stuff onto your shirt. Immediately after that success, you put the same palm in yet another puddle of the stuff. You give up cleanliness as a useless effort for the momment, and concentrate on hurrying onward. Soon there's enough room for you to turn, but you're curious now. You crawl forward a few paces, the suddenly fall off a short drop in the darkness into a cave large enough for you to stand in with your arms stretched out. Unfortunately, you make a loud noise as you hit the ground, along with a startled cry, and you rouse the inhabbitants of the cave. A very large number of bats. Wings in your face and tangling in your hair, and thoughts of disease and all those nasty rumours of blood-drinking bats and shape-shifting vampires in your mind, you hurridly pull yourself up & out of the cave and back into the tunnell. With a few of the creatures following you in frantic flight, you crawl as fast as you can until you reach the crossroads, by then loosing your winged compainions with a sigh of relief. You crawl onward down the right hand tunnell. |