Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170708203641/@comment-5543592-20170716040442

There was nothing. The place seemed lifeless. No sound of whirring machinery or robots running around. Only quiet.

Bug Safari itself was deathly quiet, but tension hung in the air.

The cases that once held insects were empty, some shattered, others just fogged and decrepit. A few had the exoskeletons of ancient, long deceased bugs rotting in them. Duncan was in a graveyard for ants.

Down the exhibit hall, Duncan could hear a rustling,  The sounds of footfalls, wood scraping tiles, told Duncan group of people were moving things around.

A faint, pulsating light illuminated the musty walls, and allowing rich to see about three feet in front of his face. The air was suddenly heavy with the smell of gas, as he proceeded further through the tunnel. Rick's lighter flickered as it touched the fumes.