Darkness
He walked deeper and deeper. There was no sign of light, no breeze, and no warmth. Gripping his flashlight defensively he moved deeper. He heard the sounds again. A screech of machinery, and then, voices.
They’re indecipherable but he can clearly hear the voices talking to each other. “Who’s there?” Christopher shouts. The only response is his own echo. Adrenalin rushing through his body, he decides to carry on. He needs to know who’s there.