See what awaits you.

You shake your head, brace yourself and walk on.

You will confront this head on.

You crunch softly through the snow.

You hear nothing save for your ragged breath and thundering heartbeat.

You feel it again, that doomed feeling of something behind you, keeping in step.

You look back to Ally.

Fear is painted across her face and she winces.

"My adrenaline is pumping so much, I'm burning up in these clothes." She tugs at her collar. You, by contrast, feel cold. Though you are certainly sweaty from the hike through the forest, but the cool beads of sweat that run across your back feel like needles of ice.

You try to center yourself and focus as you come to the mouth of the cave. Hewn stone stairs descend into the darkness of the mountain. Strange shapes, barely discernable, dot the walls. You nod to Ally as you both turn on your flashlights to begin.

As the pair of you slowly walk down the uneven steps the legibility of the wall paintings starts to come into focus.

Mostly it appears like a very old montage of men getting reamed by women with animal headdresses. Or, you supposed, men getting reamed by women with animal heads. There certainly is a variety. Eagle, Horse, Dog, some kind of fish, rabbit, it continues. Each and every one of them seated in profile with a male planted on their cock.

Your unease only grows more heavy in your stomache.

Finally, after what seems like a terror filled eternity, you come to the base of the stairs.

An old timber door, mostly rotted away, is propped up sideways across the entrance into the space beyond, the footsteps in the dust clearly show the path taken around the fallen gate.

Summoning your courage you step through.