The party descends the stairs, the scenery never changing from that of torn flesh, bloody intestines plastered to walls, and some fecal matter from where men had soiled themselves in fear or after death. Perhaps it was the shit/blood stench. Chuck had seen enough blood in his time. Perhaps it was the memory of that decaying hoarder still fresh in his mind. Whatever it was it happened nearly instantaneously and Chuck wasn't even conscious of it until he realized his mouth was filled with bile. Without warning it began spewing out, mostly liquid onto the ground in front of him. He turned and held his head over the stairway letting it fall to the bottom as he continued to vomit bile and his meal he had just eaten...what a waste of resources he thought as he emptied his stomach.
Effects: Chuck's lunch does not count towards holding off the status effect "Hunger".
He wipes his mouth with his sleeve and turns to the others, who all have wide eyes. Suddenly Viona leans over and throws up too, a long gag that causes her to begin heaving. "Fuck you", she growls hoarsely at Chuck as she leans over again and hurls up an impressive amount of vomit, "I was fine...until...you started". She finishes heaving up and wipes her mouth as well, glaring daggers at anyone who dares look her way.
Builder, Lily, and Hudson after fighting off the intense wave of nausea begin picking through some of the remains. It's difficult because of the mess. Kicking over a body that once wore a white coat, now a red/black/greying shredded mess Lily finds a medical kit inside a steel case. Everything appears to be intact. She also finds two clips of ammo near a fallen corporate soldier. One full 9mm clip, a 15 box, perfect, and one .45 caliber 30 box. Curious, where was the weapon that fit that? No matter, she could salvage the shells from the clip at an appropriate time should she need them. Both Builder and Lily see a security guard in the corner with half his head blown off, in one of his hands he holds a revolver. Inside the cylinder is two shells remaining. In his breast pocket is 4 more shells. A metal baton, like one that is commonly used by the police, also lies nearby but nothing else that would appear useful.
Ruger Service-Six (.38S revolver). Damge-2d6. Crit-20. Type- Ballistic Range-30 ft. Rate of fire-Single. Ammo-6 cylinder. Size- Small. Weight- 2 lb.
Metal baton. Damage- 1d6. Crit- 19–20. Type- Bludgeoning. Size-Med. Weight-2lbs.
Lily and Builder take what they want from their scavenging and with a quick check to make sure everyone is okay the party continues their journey down into the dark, the dim lights on each floor landing only providing enough illumination for the floor around it, causing it to look like after several flights of stairs they were descending into an abyss where light could not escape. Flight after flight, carefully treading down while they look out for danger. The bodies and gore begin to thin away and finally they disappear, leaving only bare floors and walls. The stench slightly fades too, giving some measure of relief.
Finally they reach one floor where Viona stops them. "Here. This is the first floor that can lead to one of the reserve elevators, as I said they run on emergency power so they should be good to go, there is more than one of them so should something have happened to one we can look for another, surely there is operating one...otherwise we cannot get to the Hive from here...we'd have to back track to Fort Collins and hope for the best. If you need to do anything or rest now would be the time before we go down", she finishes turning to the door, looking at it for the first time and flinching at what the party had already noticed while she blathered.
Across the door, written in thick congealed blood that had branched out while seeping down the door like black veins was written:
