H.Q. Walters

September 10^th

                This cave smells like a giant rotting corpse.

I feel like I have been walking this path for weeks. Somehow, my phone battery hasn’t died, and my flashlight has been my only source of solace. I haven’t felt hungry or thirsty for days. Something is wrong.

I have found a staircase made of stone. It spirals down into the abyss. It is definitely man-made. I descended.

                                I descended for days. Eventually, I have come to an iron door. The symbols upon it are completely new to me. I have read some very esoteric tomes, but never have these symbols been on their pages. I pushed on the door as it slid open. The smell of decay wafting out as I ventured deeper into the darkness.