User blog:Stormlilly/XV. You make a break for the elevator, not waiting to see what the monstrous figure will do...

Waiting is dangerous - with the pain in your shoulder increasing by the minute, you aren't going to trust yourself to win in a fight, not that you would even if you were up against an ordinary human of about your size and your build. Running back into the welcoming darkness, you ignore the strange feeling that you've returned back to where the thing you saw is strongest...

But as much as humanity fears the dark, so too is the sight of a working - if ramshackle - machine a comforting sight. The elevator responds with a merry beep and lights flickering as you punch in the call key - and wait... And wait.

From above, you hear slurry or sludge milling onto the floor and seeping towards you. You try not to think about the pressure of the rain above if it can drip down here - fighting the nervous feeling that maybe it isn't rain, and maybe you are far, far deeper beneath the earth then you thought...

Your musings are interupted by the elevator doors jolting open with a mechanical 'click'.

You step in, waiting anxiously as the elevator carries you up...