"Through me you go to the grief wracked city; Through me you go to everlasting pain; Through me you go a pass among lost souls. Justice inspired my exalted Creator: I am a creature of the Holiest Power, of Wisdom in the Highest and of Primal Love. Nothing till I was made was made, only eternal beings. And I endure eternally. Abandon all hope - Ye Who Enter Here"
Roth opened the door to the West motioning the mime to follow. The mime looked at him suspiciously but shrugged and followed. Roth nodded and they set foot in a very welcome change of scenery.
At least it would be in other instances. The room was full of skeletal remains. The floor was covered in damp soil and the stench was overpowering. Maggots writhed beneath their feet. Roth held his nose as he looked around.
Over-head a shaded tunnel came in from the East and moved out West. Below it was a different sort of door in that it was sealed with a chain that had a padlock holding it in place.
His eyes followed a trail of bones to the Southern exit. A few of them seem to have been disturbed as a handful of toe bones were scattered across the floor. He looked over at Wikey as they planned their next move. Then he noticed the chalk marks on the wall.
Somebody had written in here the following message:
"TRAP WEST! Z"
It was rather large and unmissable. Roth looked over at his travelling companion and then over at the locked Western room.
You each have 24 hours to move through an available exit.
As Roth turned to speak to the mime there was a howling noise. It was very very loud and came from the East. It was horrible. It ground against their very souls and made something inside want to run in fear. This horrible primal sensation of being hunted and hopeless.
Then the air filled with a bright blue haze and a gust of sheer wind knocked them both off their feet. It whizzed through the air and vanished into nothingness as they helped one another up.
Deep inside they felt fear of the most horrible primitive kind. It was definitely time to move. As they considered this there was a scraping sound as something took flight. Roth swallowed and held onto his holy book, hoping for salvation.