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You walk down the dark tunnel. For the first few steps, the atmosphere feels the same as the inside of your storage room; a dry and carpeted quiet place. But as you get deeper the feeling changes, to making you feel more isolated and alone. The sounds of the outside world are muffled away, no cars or neighbors, or even the sound of the utilities and pipes in the walls. As you are engulfed in the darkness, you feel your way along the walls, seeking the end point of the tunnel.
You do finally reach it. Putting your hand on it, you can feel the soft-stick of the drywall. It's the same as any wall in your storage room would be, or the same as any apartment. It's when you turn your head to see the familiar light of the storage room in the far distance that gives you pause. It's not there. You shine your light and see another wall, directly behind you.
Wait.
You turn; there is no tunnel now. You are in a small room, little more then a closet. Four walls surround you. In a bit of confusion, you take your hand off the far wall, looking to each for identifying marks. You're boxed in now. The sense of claustrophobia starts to set in. Somehow, a fourth wall sprung up behind you, or the world has changed in some way you couldn't hear or feel or even notice until you were already trapped. You've lost track of which wall you came from, if it even would be the same way the tunnel spit you out into this prison.
Don't panic. What should you do?
>Speak to the tunnel
>Use the power tools and cut your way out
>Be quiet and wait
