Gay Cave Escape

Drip! Drop! Drip!

A staccato of water droplets add to a quiet and dark ambience. A nearby rock is dislodged, crashing with a large boom. You awake with a jump, chilled from the rock floor you were sprawled on. The room you're in is almost too dark to be traversed. You can see three ragged walls surrounding you, sprawling upward out of your limited night vision. Stalactites strike from the darkness above, giving little indication of when the dark ends and the ceiling begins.

You rise to your feet, a tightness behind your eyes causing you to stumble and regain your footing. Looking down you possess no items. Your average frame is covered by a pair of black pants that end just below the knee, almost too tight to be comfortable and a thin but flowing white shirt that ends tucked into your pants. The open v-neck reaching down to nearly your navel.

You can't recall who you are nor what you were supposedly doing at the bottom of a cave. To be truthful those questions mattered less to you than they should. The only thought currently racing through your mind currently was how to escape and leave this dank tomb behind.

You set forward, the dark transforming into two open passageways, uneven floor and wet walls welcome you either direction you take. No traces of civilization aiding in you discerning your way. Making a decision you proceed onward, not giving a second thought to the other divulging path.