The tunnel opened up into a massive chamber. There was a smell of something rotting in the air. Large black pipes ran every which way, climbing between each other, up and around and all over the room. And every few feet a brightly-colored rag was tied tight around a pipe.
Grunt! Grunt!
“Hello?” Jackson called out, just a little timidly. At least the giggling seemed to have stopped.
CLANG!
“Busy! Busy! Can’t talk now!” GRUNT!
Jackson took a deep breath and decided again to be brave. He walked toward the voice.