A Very Gothic Corridor

Who: Chris and Keto
Where: Zombie Castle
When: Just after killing the big zombies
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<<SNIP>>
"Now what? How do we get in?" Tara asked, mostly to Jay, but loud
enough so that Chris and Keto could hear. No one had the chance to
respond, mainly because the ground under their feet disapeared and
they were taken in by gravitys magnetic pull.
<<END SNIP>>
Keto opened his eyes to the most unwelcome sight of Chris's face lying
a mere couple of inches from his own. He let out a yelp and sat bolt
upright, waking Chris up in the process.
"Whuzzat? Where are we?" asked Chris, also sitting up.
"I have no idea," confessed Keto after a moment, looking around.
They were sitting on an earthen floor in the corner of a long corridor
that stretched away to their left. It was lit, at intervals, by
wooden torches held in metal brackets against the wall, which curved
up overhead before meeting in a pointed arch. There were distant
dripping noises and eerie echoes.
"How very...gothic," Keto observed as they climbed to their feet. He
looked up. Above their heads, a hole in the ceiling led up into
darkness. "I am assuming," he continued, pointing this out to Chris,
"That we fell from up there and presumably were knocked unconscious
from the impact."
"Any danger of concussion?" Chris asked, patting his pockets and
searching for either a light or a weapon. Keto shrugged.
"If I'm concussed then I'm in no state to judge, and if you're
concussed then I don't much care, so that's really a pointless
question," he said, glancing down the corridor lit by the flickering
torches, "And, since we're not going back up the way we came down, I
think there's only one way for us to go."
"Nowhere?"
"A wise choice, but unfortunately incorrect. Come on, let's go."
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OOC: Tag Chris or anybody. :)