[The darkness of the corridor stretches ahead of them, maybe somehow less ominous now they know they have walked it before. The scent of two people stand as distinct against the miasma of all the others that have crossed here, heavy with fear, with scents not familiar to the ship around them. They lead forward, back to the fore of the ship, and barely seem to pause or hesitate in this path, a certainty that perhaps no outsider should have.
Blood joins the mix a day into the trail, spray and stain caught on the wall and floor before the flow was staunched. There are deep scratches in the wall, and darker, blacker blood pooled further and a dented crowbar abandoned nearby. Exhaustion and pain slow progress even as the quarry continue, inspire anticipation - they're gaining on them.]
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Blood joins the mix a day into the trail, spray and stain caught on the wall and floor before the flow was staunched. There are deep scratches in the wall, and darker, blacker blood pooled further and a dented crowbar abandoned nearby. Exhaustion and pain slow progress even as the quarry continue, inspire anticipation - they're gaining on them.]