You plummet to the cellar
You splash into knee high water that cushions your fall. It is murky,
gray and smells foul. Scrunching your face in disgust, you look
around. You are in a moldly, decrepit, cement cellar. The floor is
covered in puddles of slime and rubbish.
There is a heavy steel door surrounded by glowing fungus at the far
end.
With a sickening crack the floor splinters and buckles beneath you.
For a brief moment, you, Dave, and Barbara are are suspended in mid
air in the midst of a cloud of dust and debris. Then, suddenly, you
fall.
