At the mouth of the seventh tunnel Lexi stepped in a puddle of mud, covering her ankle. Dark green moss gripped the damp walls, slime slowly slid down the wall and an old trophy lay unwanted next to a wooden bench. The smell of rotted vegetation mingled with the smell of the sea. Something cold dripped on Lexi’s blonde hair. Lexi heard a noise from outside, rapidly making her way deeper into the dark tunnel, she found a bed on the floor, lifting it up she leant it against the wall and slipped behind it, hardly daring to breathe.