Connor continued forward, eager to join the people gathered in the central hall and try to get his bearings on just what the fuck was going on. He could hear somebody talking on a phone in the room just beyond the darkness. That was good, it meant that maybe they would be getting help. He was just about to enter the hall when he suddenly acquired a strange taste on his tongue. It tasted of slime and swampy pond water. Just as he felt the taste he felt the accompanying smell as well. He grimaced as the stench filled every part of his body. Once that had registered he registered one more sensation, a sloshing noise. The noise reminded him of when he took long walks on rainy nights. He lifted the collar of his shirt up to his nose and looked around, wondering if anyone else was noticing this.<br/><br/>Sure enough he looked behind him and there was a woman with an obviously unnatural head of red hair that was starting to notice all this gross shit. She moved her feet about the small layer of water on the floor, seeming a slight bit freaked out. Connor tilted his head to the side as he heard a loud creaking sound, like a door opening. It seemed the girl had heard it too, as her gaze moved towards that area. She looked over at a girl who was reclined in a couch and waved at her, probably wanting her to accompany her to the source of the sound. She didn't even wait for an answer as she disappeared into the darkness of the western hall, where the sound came from. As of right now she was entering a very dark hallway alone while inside of an already creepy place where Connor was certain anything could happen. The protective part of Connor decided to ditch the rest of the group in the central hall and follow the girl into the darkness of the western hall.