It's funny looking back on it...

The moment I realized my captors had been incapacitated my primary concern changed from solely getting the hell out of there to half escape and half exploring this prison of damp bricks, mold and rotting flesh. Call it morbid curiosity.

So I ditched that damned collar and stepped over a still unconscious Marcus and Augustus and ventured out into the dark unknown. Would you believe it was just a fucking cotter pin holding that thing on? I didn't even think to check.

The hall was no less grisly than my cell. Sticky patches of old blood covering the floor, walls and ceiling and various human remains here and there. Whatever this place was, it looked like not too many people got out.

I came to a cross intersection and chose left to find something quickly approaching off in the distant shadows.

Some terrible half-feral man covered in blood, twitching and cackling his way down the hallway. I quickly ducked into a room to my right to find two doors. One directly ahead which appeared to be locked with a chain and padlock and a pair of double doors to my left.

The double doors must have lead somewhere important as they were adorned with human bones and remains complete with an angel with wings fashioned from ribs and femurs.

I stood there examining my choices of either busting the locked door open and definitely alerting whatever that thing out in the hallway was to my presence, or choosing door number two and find out what more horrors this place had in store. Maybe an exit? Maybe a corpse deposit?

Options are exciting!

My decision was made for me as I heard the feral thing coughing and blathering his way into the small hall behind me leading into the room.

So I quickly and silently chose door number two and in a way, I was right about both conjectures...