maze2 freak me out

[apocalypticduality]

It had been three days since he'd woken up in this place.

Or at least, he assumed three days, as he'd slept three times and he was getting too hungry to move. Oh he'd found food here and there alright, but by now, he'd learned not to just march into rooms to retrieve the pre-packaged snack food that had been left in them. He'd arrived here and found four other people, three humans and another troll, and every one of them was in at least two pieces now. They'd been reasonably intelligent in that they'd found little ways to try and trigger traps early or else check that there wasn't anyone else where they stopped, figuring that if their group got too big, people would start turning against eachother.

None of them lived long enough for that to happen.

So now, it was Sollux, by himself, sitting at a junction between three hallways, an empty, unmarked bag in his lap that had once contained unsalted chips and a button off the collar of his shirt in his mouth, clicking gently against his teeth as he turned it over on his tongue. He was thinking over the layout of the place in which he'd found himself, tapping his fingers sluggishly against his knee. Marking the walls had proven useless, as he'd seen after trying to double back away from a trapped corridor to find himself at a dead end where there previously hadn't been one. He had seen... things, just in the edges of his periphery that were resolutely not showing themselves, no matter how long he waited, but he knew they were there, particularly after one had collided at high speed with someone he'd been speaking with, more or less liquifying them. He scrubbed a hand across his face at the memory of the blood splattering onto him and across his clothes then pushed himself up off the ground and put a hand against the nearest wall. He sent out a slow, pulsing wave of psionic energy, closing his eyes and focusing hard in spite of the dizziness, walking slowly in the direction the pulse seemed to go furthest, down a blank hall that seemed to go on forever. It was a trick he'd picked up for finding trick passages the day before, for all the good it had done him, as all it had really managed to do was land him in the middle of this forked passage, with nothing else to go on.

All he could really hope at this point was that either he died quickly in some missed trap, or that he stumbled across some way out.