Steam rose from somewhere in the depths. Adet was unable to see the source from where she was sitting, body aching from not moving in the damp cold of the Asylum. She could still hear the shuffling feat of a group of Insane, somewhere to the left of her. She had no weapon, no armour- only her wits and the determination to escape. She had been steadily climbing the catacombs for what seemed like the better part of a month, and still she saw nothing like an exit. As though the Asylum truly continued on forever, like some of the undeads in the cellar had claimed.
Trust her brother to make sure she disappeared into the literal abyss. At this rate she would be Insane before she ever saw the sun again.
The moans got quieter as the group above her was attracted by a sound further down the hall. Finally she was able to move, her knees aching in protest as she pushed away from the wall and stumbled the opposite direction. Toward the stairs. Up, up, up.
A couple of days ago she'd had a sword, a rusty old thing she'd picked up outside a cell. She wondered if there had been guards here, once. Possibly a group of still-alive Marked had once given their word to the kingdoms that they would bring order to the undeads. She still saw signs of something, at least- broken pieces of armour, bent weaponry and torn shields from where they'd met their end at the hands of the Insane. That was, unless, someone had been thrown down here with their equipment intact.
From the rubble, she guessed it hadn't done them much good. Poor bastards.
The floor by the stairs was wet and sticky. It was too dark to see exactly what it was, but she guessed by the consistency that it was blood. No wonder the group had stuck around for so long. She wasn't sure if the Insane tried to eat humans or if they just felt a need to kill them. Honestly she had never thought to stick around to find out. In the future, perhaps, she could try to observe it from afar. It could be vital to her future- to know what was waiting ahead.
She shivered, stepping softly on the stairs so as to avoid slipping. It would do her no good to crack her skull on the steps when she'd come this far almost without injury. Her face was still dirty from a few falls, her body still beaten and bruised from the fight that took her rusty sword. Perhaps further up she'd find equipment that wasn't quite as. Well. Bad.
Finally she reached the top of the stairs, peering around the corner of the wall. So far, so good. Only cells, nothing moving. She walked carefully down the hall, making sure to look in each and every cell for anything that could help her, or worse, attack her. She found a pointy rock which, granted, wasn't the best weapon, but it would do better than her fists. Crouched down in the cell, she heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps in the distance...
Trust her brother to make sure she disappeared into the literal abyss. At this rate she would be Insane before she ever saw the sun again.
The moans got quieter as the group above her was attracted by a sound further down the hall. Finally she was able to move, her knees aching in protest as she pushed away from the wall and stumbled the opposite direction. Toward the stairs. Up, up, up.
A couple of days ago she'd had a sword, a rusty old thing she'd picked up outside a cell. She wondered if there had been guards here, once. Possibly a group of still-alive Marked had once given their word to the kingdoms that they would bring order to the undeads. She still saw signs of something, at least- broken pieces of armour, bent weaponry and torn shields from where they'd met their end at the hands of the Insane. That was, unless, someone had been thrown down here with their equipment intact.
From the rubble, she guessed it hadn't done them much good. Poor bastards.
The floor by the stairs was wet and sticky. It was too dark to see exactly what it was, but she guessed by the consistency that it was blood. No wonder the group had stuck around for so long. She wasn't sure if the Insane tried to eat humans or if they just felt a need to kill them. Honestly she had never thought to stick around to find out. In the future, perhaps, she could try to observe it from afar. It could be vital to her future- to know what was waiting ahead.
She shivered, stepping softly on the stairs so as to avoid slipping. It would do her no good to crack her skull on the steps when she'd come this far almost without injury. Her face was still dirty from a few falls, her body still beaten and bruised from the fight that took her rusty sword. Perhaps further up she'd find equipment that wasn't quite as. Well. Bad.
Finally she reached the top of the stairs, peering around the corner of the wall. So far, so good. Only cells, nothing moving. She walked carefully down the hall, making sure to look in each and every cell for anything that could help her, or worse, attack her. She found a pointy rock which, granted, wasn't the best weapon, but it would do better than her fists. Crouched down in the cell, she heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps in the distance...