Elenka
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The tunnel continues to twist and turn leading you farther from the air pocket. With a mounting sense of dread you realize that the tunnel may be too narrow for you to turn back. Without the rope there is little hope that your companions would be able to aid you either.
As your lungs begin to burn and ache horribly you feel the tunnel abruptly curve upward! With an effort of will you shove yourself upward and gasp as your head clears the water. You spend a moment gasping in stale air before the spots clear from your eyes enough to allow you to look around.
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The room is dark so you'll need a light source to see anything
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With a light:
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The room you are in looks like it was once an entertaining room. You can see a long bar table with empty shelves behind it. One part of the room is filled with a collapse pile of wood. After a few seconds you recognize it as a piano, likely too large to be carried out through narrow doorways without major renovations.
There is an open doorway across from you and another closed door near it.
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The sounds of carnage continue to grow as more of the bodies rush through the sunken tunnel to join in the feasting. Those nearest the doorway freeze as a splashing sound comes from the other side of the wardrobe. Something snuffles loudly from the far side.
Somehow in death and despite the rotting organs, these creatures seem to have supernatural senses that draw them onward to living prey. Perhaps it smelled fresh blood oozing from the wounded, saw a glimmer of light from a poorly covered light, or heard a sharp intake of breath. However sensed you, it gives a sudden, clear moan. All other sounds in the room stop and you can imagine all the heads turning towards that hunting call. With another loud groan the undead creature slams its fist against the wooden frame! The rest of the horde splashes towards it to join it in tearing apart your barricade!
