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The journey through the tunnel was arduous. Far longer than he imagined, he had to take breaks to rest and to eat. Several times along the way, his torch went out, forcing him to take a fresh one from his pack. He travelled for hours, and soon lost count.

Ever since he left that room, he hasn't met a single human: dead, living, or in-between, not even skeletons or decomposing bodies. That is the only reason why he decided to keep going.

He lost track of time long ago, but his rations serve as a reminder of his underground trek. He started with over a week's ration, and now he has only three days of supplies left.

"How many days more will it take to crawl out of this damn tunnel," he mutters to himself.

As if to answer him, the tunnel gradually gets damper. The earth sinks under his boots. Soon, he is sloshing around, knee-deep in mud and water. He goes on, as he sees a faint light ahead.

"Wonderful," he says, exasperated.

He steps out of the tunnel and looks around. The place looks like a swamp, or perhaps a marsh. It certainly smells like one, at least. Still knee-deep in water, he makes his way to a dry bank.

He considers relighting his torch, but the moon is illuminating the area quite well. Perhaps his eyes have adjusted to the tunnel darkness.

There seem to be two visible landmarks from where he is standing.

[ ] Head towards the building complex to the left.
[ ] Head towards the gargantuan tree to the right.
[ ] Head deeper into the swamp.