He almost walked right into the elderly figure hunched over tightly in a half-sunken armchair. They paid him no mind, seemingly dozing away in the midst of the basement's flooded flotsam and jetsam bobbing about his knees and coming up to the elderly figure's waist. Their skin seemed as grey and waterlogged as the fabric of the armchair itself - even their clothes looked washed out
Reluctantly he moved his torch beam from their general vicinity (a little part of him screamed not to in case they moved the second he looked away) and further around the concrete maze he had found himself in when the floor above collapsed, throwing him onto a flight of stairs that had long since decayed at the top and left too great a gap to jump back up.
It was far larger than any other basement he'd ever seen, almost industrial in its size though seemingly without purpose and surrounded by dimly lit hallways that seemed to be his best chance at getting out of the wretched house. He decided to start from the entrance closest to the stairs and work his way around, hopefully encountering the way back up and nobody else.
The sound of him wading through the water covered up the faint splish followed by a deep hisssss that faded into rippled water. The armchair, now empty, went unnoticed by him as he carried on walking carelessly deeper into the basement, unknowingly accompanied.
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