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[ THE DISSECTION ROOM ]

After looking back and forth between Lucky and Caroline a few times, Mimsy cautiously determined that not answering Mark's question about losing anyone else was the only viable route. The most honest answer that she could give was also the most damning to her humanity, so she simply fell silent again.

There was enough to keep her occupied in the meantime, and she busied herself with sifting through the other abandoned items. Caroline, seemingly forgetting what they were here for, had already begun to take apart the radio transmitter. At least she looked like she was having fun.

This continued until Mark made a mention of something new to explore, at which point Mimsy dropped her useless attempt at scavenging; Caroline stuffed the now-silent radio into the satchel she'd brought and pulled her goggles on in preparation to brave the sandy terrain.

"You coming?" Caroline asked Lucky, beckoning for him to follow them. "We're a good team. If we stick together--can't be that bad."

Moments later, having traversed the sand, entered the cave, and wandered into some kind of chamber, she discovered that it could absolutely be that bad - and worse.

"Holy s**t," she coughed, pawing at her scarf until it completely covered her mouth and nose. As long as they were relatively fresh, corpses in almost any state didn't particularly bother her, but this was a horror show.

Mimsy tried not to look too excited.

"If you cannot tolerate an inventory of contents, I do not mind doing so alone." The offer was extended both to Lucky and her mother, but only the latter received a smile of pitying condescension. She didn't wait for any further discussion, assuming that they would join her if they chose to, and took one slow step after another as she made her way into the room. If her posture and the gentle, wide-eyed way that she was observing everything served as any indication, she was marveling at what she was seeing, hushed and awed--

"There's--we found a bunch of god damn people cut up in jars, Mark," Caroline blurted into the headset, ruining the mood for Mimsy entirely. She turned to Lucky, her unease apparent in her fidgeting. "Have you seen something like this before?"

The spell now broken, Mimsy faintly sighed and began to inspect the jars for any indication that they might contain someone familiar. A hand was trying its best to 'crawl' up one of her braids, but she left it there, unaffected by its presence.

PRISON ROOM ]

Waving to the newcomer, Jason nodded to kai and started tying up some of the coats to make a makeshift bag...holder thing. It was just a bunch of coats tied by their sleeves. He hoped it would help the trainee though. "D-do you need me to carry it?" He asked.

All the talk about man eating bugs, face melting and mummies left the moon feeling rather sick to his stomach, and a lot less confident about going into the cave that had been discovered. Not that he was confident in the first place.

"A-a-any bugs here w-w-would be d-dangerous. Because f-famine. A-also mummies are bad." A pause. "N-no offense to a-any w-weapons." Because you never knew if a hunter had a mummy for a weapon.

Heading into the cave, he walked to the front of their little group, looking over his shoulder to do a mental head count. The place was filled with bugs, the large scorpions making him quiver in his boots, but he pressed onward towards the left as directed, summoning his weapon to provide a small amount of light. "S-stay close" He whispered.

In all honesty he had no idea where he was going. There was no marker to differentiate the winding corridors, and the light made it incredibly hard to see. So he was surprised when they stepped into a long corridor lined with prison cells.

"Mark! We found some prisoners" He whispered quietly, afraid he might disturb any horsemen nearby. "I can't confirm their condition, but they appear to be half awake. The doors are s-shut though. Is there a way we can open them?

THE TUNNELS

Shu was glad that Mark finally decided to do something actually helpful. With the location marked on the Spectre watch, afte a while of walking, she arrived at the entrance of the cave as well. She picked a pair of googles from the boxes some hunters carried over and dropped there, muttering a quick "thank you".

The insects rested on the side of the cave and filled the dark cave was a shocking sight. Still they were better than Mark's minions. Put on the googles, and used her scarf to wrap up most of her face, she braved into it with other hunters, one by one, but gradually lost them due to the awful visibility.

She descended along the stairs, wind whipped aginst her as if she wasn't welcomed. At the beginning, she could hear multiple footsteps in front and behind her but those slowly disappear as she went further down. Shu just had a belief of keep on going. Dwight was someone who she would never cease to express her gratitude to. With his assistance, her brother could live long. That hope was crucial to the petite Asian, as the last family existed.

When she was absorbed in the memories of her past, she didn't notice how deep she walked. The dim light from her weapon allowed her barely make out a path. Shu didn't want to miss any clue to find the man, thus she took a deep breathe and stepped in. Her body twitched in reaction when so many insects crawled away under the commontion she created. Oddly, they were like fireflies which glew in the dark.

The petite Asian raised her weapon to lit up the path onwards to no avail. She could only see a collection of newtwork-like paths and the wind carried the smell over from the deeper part of the maze. It smelt like everything released into the air after being sealed for million years. It made her winced like accidentally sniffed a rotten fish. Such mystery gave her goosebumps all over her body and sent a chill down her spine.

All her instincts for survival had warned her, but what if Dwight was there, waiting them for rescue? Shu really can't allow herself to gamble and neglect that. A voice greeting her incessantly broke her chains of thought all of a sudden.

"Mr. Dwight?" She asked. "Are you there?" Then walked forward into the maze.



[ ROLL a 3: THE TUNNELS]
The stairs seem to never end, the only intersections in between large dark rooms that are nearly unidentifiable. They are tiny, and stepping into them yields hundreds, thousands of insects that crawl all directions. The insects glow in the dark, leaving a trail into deeper tunnels. Following them leads into a maze-like network that anyone can easily get lost in. There is a horrific smell coming from deep within the maze and then a strange clicking noise. All your senses tell you not to go further ], and you faintly hear someone saying "hello" in the distance over and over.

Kai took a coat and tied the arms of the coat about his shoulders as a backpack and left one out for Jason. "Nah, I'm good. You lead the way."

Following Jason in, he thought he had been right behind him. Spelunking wasn't something he ever did, believing only insane people with too much time and money did those sort of crazy things. Inventing ways to waste money or risk their necks. Blinking in the dark, he held his hand out against the walls for a time until something crawled across his knuckles and he jerked them away, swearing as he shook his hand and wiped them on his pants.

"Nasty." He called out, and noticed that the sound of footsteps wasn't there.

"Jason?" He asked and reached out into the open space to find no one close by. Moving forward, he could only make out the faint gray his eyes managed to sense as walls and kept moving but heard nothing.

"Damnit. Hey! Where the hell you at?!" He called out and only head the skittering of bugs around him.

"Ah nah. I ain't being that guy who gets lost in The Mummy to get eaten." He moved on, turning and kept going before he heard the faint call of "hello" further off.

So he called back. "Jason, dat you?! I'm here man!" He picked up his pace, the pack of water bottles sloshing against his back.

[ PRISON ROOM ]

He grabbed a pair of goggles from the box, finally his eyes were free of torment. The four of them, Jason, Kai, Kimberly and himself entered the cave as a group, with Jason leading at the front. "At least they're not aggressive," Ace added to the conversation.

Spelunking was kinda exciting in his opinion, and Jason was experienced. The chat about the horsemen with Jason kicked in, and he remembered the hunter had dealt with situations like this. He had Catherine summoned to assist in their descending though the haunt seemed to be digusted by the place. The tall Sun hunter didn't mind the insects at all, he let a scorpion climbed onto his gloved hand and observed a while before putting it back onto the wall. Docile, he would call it.

Soon, they reached a landing and along the corridor, there were rooms with shackled prisoners inside. One, two, and including himself, there were three people. Where's Jason's friend? He gave Kimberly a shrug, Jason was seeking advise from Mark while Kimberly tried to talk to them.

"Pin? Nope and no need." Said the hunter laid-back with the scythe's shaft on his hand. He drew his weapon backwards and slashed at one of the doors swiftly, hoping to cut it open. If those were metal-made, Catherine's blade would be sharp enough to slice through.

"By the way, I guess we lost your friend, Jason."

If she wasn't that desperate, she would back off. Instead, she mustered up her courage to speak again. "Who are you? Can you - maybe help me to find Mr. Dwight?"

[THE TUNNELS]

Kai stopped at the sound of maniacal laughter, turned around, and NOPED right into the other direction. "Ain't no fool gonna head towards some devil child tellin me to eat people."

He pressed on the headset. "Where is everyone? I got some Ring Phsyco talking to me 'bout Mummies eat'n people and aint find nobody around."



***********Kai asking anyone on headset!*********************

[ 4. THE DISSECTION ROOM ]

Sherry blinked as the moths fluttered away. Oh, that was an odd defense mechanism for moths to have. "Be careful," she said into the headset for anyone listening, "The bugs have are weird here. Pretty sure the moths are gassy. Probably best not to poke them"

Then she yawned and rubbed at her eye. Maybe she should have gotten more sleep before this whole thing. Then she turned to try and examine some of the fresher corpses nearby, for any sign that they might have been a hunter. She was really just poking at them with her weapon, though. At least, she was, before she paused and wondered if it would be alright to sit down. She was very, very tired.