Through the hole in the rubble

You examine the hole carefully, it is small but you should be able to pass it without problems. You start to crawl through the hole slowly, making sure not to make any sudden movements, you don't want all this debris to fall on you. You have never wanted so much not to be so busty.

After a few minutes that seemed like an eternity you can distinguish a slight greenish glow in the distance, excited and eager to get out of the small hole you rush to the exit.

When you get to the exit you see that the corridor is completely covered by that same viscous green substance, you carefully slide out.

You get a little chill when you fall on the cold substance that now reaches your knees. The hallway is relatively well lit by those strange greenish egg sacs, the only thing you can hear is the suction your boots make every time you take a step. Walking in these conditions begins to take its toll, despite the cold of the substance you start to sweat. It takes you several seconds to free your foot to move forward and each step is more difficult than the last.

Tired, you come to a section where the corridor forks. To the right the path is downward, there is a thin layer of slime on the ground and many, many threads of slime hanging from those egg sacks on the ceiling.

To the left the path continues as far as the eye can see, full of slime.