Greg then joined the others at the partition. He felt the grill with his hand and murmured, “It feels…new.”

Tate uttered, “Even where we’re standing feels new compared to the ground inside. Wherever this leads to, this tunnel was a recent plan.”

Lucianne went to the far left, and stepped on boulders on the side, supporting herself with the grill as she stepped higher up to look for any strings, ropes or anything that may be triggered if the grill gate was tampered with. 

Her husband sprinted over with wide eyes, and held her lower back as he frantically whisper-yelled, “Lucy, you could’ve asked me to do that!”

“I’m fine,...