It was no simple affair, the putrefied reek in the air made most blink more often than they would like, tears filled their eyes over and over again, until it all dried out, many had begun to regret their decisions, but there was no going back, the way had closed behind their backs, they could only persist against this environment built with products of death.
The paths available were tight, forcing them to crouch or even crawl in certain parts, the deeper they went, the less the decay seemed to be willing to back down even in the presence of life, forcing its way closer and closer to them, everything seemed to be somehow growing quieter and quieter.
The explorers had already been the only source of sounds for a while now, their narrowing surroundings only forced them to repress themselves, no one said anything, all of them subconsciously tried to be as small as possible, somehow fearing that they would alert something.