another time

[glatt]

Stone, or maybe concrete. Yes, stone. The gaps between them were packed with crumbly mortar.

Feeling around, his hand discovered a cold wetness seeping out of a gap. Then the rough surface of an old rusty metal door. There was no handle, and pushing against the door did nothing. He explored the rest of this place. It was large. The dirt floor was uneven as he shuffled along the the perimeter walls feeling for anything. Before long, he was back at the metal door. Nothing.

Damn, it was cold.