It was cool, more than an air-conditioned space. The cool temperature intermixed in with high humidity made the walls and ceiling cry. That certainly explains the stalactites…and the mould.
Humidity clung to her skin, and was sure she would end up desperate for a long shower. It’s going to be hard to get back to that bus if I look like a puddle of sweat, and carrying the pungent odour of swamp.
She moved onward, the bare portions of the wall glistened in blue light, whereas the rest was absorbed by tufts of furry black mould. The place was literally teeming with life, just not the kind she wanted to spend quality time with.
“Are those cousins of yours?” Ethereal mocked. “Naw. Those are far ahead of you on the evolutionary ladder.”
Disclaimer: This excerpt from The Van Helsing Impetus is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth. The image is sourced from Pixabay.