He barely took three steps into the darkness before the ground disappeared beneath him.
His foot slipped and his body pitched forward. He went crashing down a steep flight of metal stairs, his back striking first, then his shoulder, then his skull as he rolled violently step after step. Each edge slammed into him without mercy, sharp corners biting into flesh and bone.
He tried to grab something.
There was nothing to hold.
He hit the bottom with a brutal thud.
“Ahh… f**k,” he groaned, rolling onto his side.
Darkness swallowed him whole.
A single lightbulb hung above, swinging lazily from a loose wire. It flickered with weak, dying pulses, casting long distorted shadows across the corridor.
Then the smell reached him.
Rotting flesh.
Old chemicals.
Something burned and decomposed
