The underground "medicine" factory was not an ordinary isolated base. In fact, it possessed countless underground pathways built during the 1700s. Most were abandoned, and others were used as sewer systems.
This led to its peculiar title: The Scary Tunnels.
If you required a fellow man to be discombobulated, dismembered, decapitated, and efficiently dismissed from his mortal coil—you brought them here.
No cries could ever reach the soil; it was the model location for deletion and additions—people loved getting frisky in dark places. As such, the route to Warehouse 17b was accompanied by strange "sounds."
Noises pursued the three-person group led by Alistair. It truly sounded grating.
"Were beds not enough?" Alistair thought with a dazed facade. His expression turned sour; something needed to be done.
"What are your names?" He asked, using the voices from conversation to muffle this imbecility from his ears.
