Source stream for an underground river. Moisture still clung to the glazed walls. He sucked in a deep breath. It spoke of dark and dank, deep-in-the-Earth traipses through the unknown. Gooseflesh danced across his shoulders.
The click-clatter continued intermittently, but Nudge could ignore it now, and it was soon lost in the rumbling vibration beneath his feet.
What the hell?
Something lay ahead, but nothing he'd read had forewarned him. His steps slowed and he flashed the light on his map once more. In sudden pained insight he realized that during his evasive maneuvers—in the slipping, sliding speed of his all-fours scurry—he'd taken a wrong turn. This wasn't the tunnel he'd thought it was.
And I have absolutely no idea where the hell I am.
Does Nudge attempt to methodically trace his way back?
POST A COMMENT
Wanna say something? Make yourself heard!
We reserve the right to delete spam, flames, or other nasty stuff.








