"Let's see if there's anything useful here," he said, pulling a binder from the shelf. The pages were damp, but some were still legible.
He flipped through them, finding notes and observations about the local ecosystem, but nothing that hinted at why he was there.
"I need to find the main control room or something. There has to be a central database or archives around here," Dennis decided, his voice echoing slightly in the empty corridor as he moved on.
The sense of solitude was palpable, the silence broken only by the sound of water sloshing against his suit and the occasional drip from leaking pipes overhead.
He navigated through a series of rooms, each one revealing more about the facility's purpose.
