Meanwhile.
Jessicas pov.
I sniff the air to see if I can catch any scent. Maybe someone has been here recently? But the horrible stench of decay masks any kind of smells in the area. Which I'm kind of glad for. This way, if somebody is here, my scent won't give position away.
I tap at the gravel gently with my paw. I wonder if I dug through it would it reveal a room or just nothing. I take the chance and begin to pick rocks out of the pile using my snout.
I throw the rocks to the side yet still don't come in contact with any sighs of there been a room on the other side. If I'm to pick these rocks out one by one I might as well set up a small camp here because I'll be here all night.
So instead of using my snout I begin to dig through the hardened mud using claws. The rocks slowly fal
