The pocket
He clutched his flashlight tighter, its feeble light offering scant comfort in the overwhelming darkness.
The tunnels twisted and turned, a labyrinthine maze that seemed to shift and change with every step he took. The walls were lined with pipes, some corroded and leaking, others intact but ominously silent. The floor was uneven, littered with debris and the skeletal remains of machinery. He navigated the maze cautiously, his flashlight beam sweeping across the walls, searching for any sign of his friends, any clue that might lead him to them.
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