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Tom sighs and shakes his head, throwing his hands up as if to show the entire group how he disagrees.

Soon, the circle of survivors separates and heads off in multiple directions. You walk through the Gathering and head south.

The hallway narrows the further you walk, and warmer air circulates the deeper you travel. Though you have only walked one-half length of the Cathedral, this area feels foreign. Mold and mildew crusts the ceiling in hues of green and yellow, crisscrossed in some areas like an complex lattice forged by architects of this section. While you examine the surface, a whistling reaches your ears, high-pitched and escalating in short bursts as if a train is barrelling closer. You nearly trip on something and crouch down to identify some type of shoe or slipper on the ground. Smudged and torn, the single slipper is purple satin with silk interior and bits of broken leather on the inside.

Further down the whistling intensifies, and the air grows even warmer, though damp. Your hands sweat over your AK-47. Light radiates from the end of the hallway through ornate windows, now reinforced by wood and steel. As you walk down the hall, you spot a break in the wall, three feet high starting from the floor. The stones seem sunken and only darkness escapes through the opening.

Little light filters into the room, but you can make out a shallow room. You squint and scan the area, spotting dark unmoving shapes, several beds, barren shelves, full trash bags, and shredded clothing.

You climb down into the room and drop a short distance. Dust plumes around your ankles. Spiderwebs cling to the low ceiling, and the air is stale with the scent of earth. The room is much wider than long, and now viewing it from the inside, you see only a single door leaving the room, a heavy metal sheet with a single latch and a thick wooden beam barring it. In the corner of the room, several bodies lie still, blackened and decayed. Death must have come long ago.

The rest of the room contains beds, a great oaken chest with religious clothing for both men and women, several bibles, a copper chalice, and strands of prayer beads. Claw marks scar the room in numerous spots, especially near the hole leading out of the room. The items in the room and setup of beds suggests people used this as a personal dorm or safe haven during the outbreak.

You step near the bodies in the far corner, both ragged and long dead with shredded clothes hanging over their decomposed corpses. Dried blood paints the ground beneath them. Gouge marks decorate their arms and legs, some areas bitten down to the bone.

With little more to search in the room, you head back into the hallway.