"It's weird, why haven't they found us yet?" Arthur asked as they stepped inside the equipment room, which was already covered in mushrooms.
The place had turned into some kind of cultivation chamber. Mushrooms as big as big dogs grew over the shelves, lockers, and equipment until they seemed fused together.
Some had even split open the metal surfaces, their thick white stalks twisting around broken machines while pale spores floated lazily in the damp air.
The rotten smell was even stronger than before, and patches of black sludge spread across the ground, making every step feel sticky.
It wasn't strange. They did use meat and carcasses as fertilizer to cultivate their mushrooms.
"And why is this place so silent? Worker ants should be here carrying all the carcasses they find."
Otis groaned as his boots became stuck in the gooey black sludge. He quickly shook his feet, his face full of disgust.
