Make a home
I have been moving all the supplies into the hood, as it will serve as a central location of function. The others will be joining me soon, bringing some other equipment needed for our stay here.
The silence of the cavern is immense, for so long there was the sounds of work being made on the areas of the city, of people chatting and running around the city, now all I hear is the gentle “whumping” sound of the fans.
I had first thought it was this silence that was playing with my mind, bumps in the night kind of thing, perhaps I was getting paranoid. I started hearing things, seeing flashes of shadows moving.
As it turns out, I’m no longer alone down here, perhaps I never was to start off with. It’s arrogant of me to think that I would be the only one who would sneak back in after the DRC left.
There are other explorers here.
