Necropolis

You've wandered into the emergency stairwell and the past three doors have been locked. But you've continued this far and you press on until you've reached the last flight of stairs. You press against the metal door and with a little effort it swings open and a gust of fresh air fills your lungs.

The sun has long since set and in the moonless night not a single glint of a star shows in the sky.

The fresh air seems to have purged you of your illness and you feel better. You wander towards the brick ledge. As you reach the edge you ...