A large web barred their path and wavered in the candlelight. A clammy current of air brought goose flesh to Brandy"s arm. The damp of the tunnel deepened to a cloying mustiness. She pushed through the web and, only then, realized its floor dropped away and the passage opened into black nothingness. “Hold up,” Brandy called back in a whisper. “We"re at the end of the tunnel. Let me see where we are.” She bent, as her overstuffed clothing allowed, and extended the candle beyond the mouth of the tunnel. It flickered with the foul damp air and Brandy peered through the gloom.
“It looks… dungeon-y,” Brandy whispered.
“Dungeony?”
She nodded. “It"s a wreck.”
Ray, still crouching, didn"t care how it looked. His calves, the backs of his thighs and his ass cheeks screamed with shooting pains. H
