Rye brought up the rear, concerned if Emery could spot this through the rain then any one could spot it when the weather was decent.<br/><br/>"We really need to figure out a way to stop going in circles, going to ground. This game won't be over until we do. Food here is only going to last so long. We need a sttrat....."<br/>Emery screamed.<br/><br/>Rye pushed his way inside and stopped short. A shudder ran through him.<br/><br/>"Oh, no," he whispered, suddenly weary. He leaned against the wall and slid to the floor, staring at the rotten face in the gloom of the tunnel. Turning his face up, he shouted,<br/><br/>"What about this Game to you find amusing? What about this is fun? Damn you all. Damn you!"<br/><br/>Crawling across the floor,Rye slung the backpack from his shoulder.<br/>"I have some clothes in here," he said conversationally to Emery. "They will be wet but might help you warm up. Get dressed and if you don't mind, we could huddle up together and share body heat."