We passed through empty corridors, the square paving losing up with many holes along the path as the eerie silent extended further into the place.
The atmosphere made us have a silent agreement of not talking or wasting time there as the place reeked of death and decay, the remains of living arrangements giving it a stronger impact as we could image how life would have being for those people; locked underground, aware of the predators surrounding the place more and more, with no escape in a claustrophobic environment, every day having less food then the other, one day closer to starvation, the tension build up and stronger.
I wonder how many fights broke down in here.
I wonder if it had been the cause of its fall, uhm.
Going further down, passing by dead escalators, we finally arrived
