AshesOfMonsters

Melon had been so utterly lost at this point she was starting to get a sinking feeling in her stomach that maybe she would never actually make it out. The hallways stretched and curved seemingly endlessly and if there was any rhyme or reason to the layout of it all it was beyond her. Evidence of other travelers having sojourned through before her was discernable here and there in the various broken human objects and some feathers that had been left behind. An unobservant theropod had crushed some pens beneath its feet and left clawed prints on the tile floor in one room that Melon was quick to avoid, going in the opposite direction because being on someone else's menu in an unfamiliar place was the furthest thing from being on her to-do list. Hours and hours of going through this concrete and stone maze left her disoriented, frustrated, and ready for the longest nap of her life. Eventually she had simply given up on finding the exit and semi-warm and enclosed space to hunker down in