Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180802153703/@comment-25684606-20180829093732

The tents are made of tarps, either thick industrial or simple, already worn out fabrics, hung over strings stretching between the pillars. Underneath, either dirty mats or empty and rusty metal cans were all that remained of their former inhabitants.

As they entered the tunnel and it's complete darkness, it seemed to swallow them immediately, amplifying the sound of their ceramite boots on the ferrocrete ties and the rough gravel inbetween. Ferrocrete ribs lined the walls, lined with pipes and thickly isolated cables that ran along them left and right of the rails. Occasionally, the Marines would pass doors, some marked with signs identifying them as maintenance accesses, while the purpose of others remained mysterious. In either case, they were built for regular humans, not to accommodate the superior physique of an Astartes.

Small evidences of human life, a shoe here, an empty package of emergency rations there, littered the tunnel floor, but as it described a downward curve to the left, the Marines could only see roughly 100 meters ahead before their sight was blocked.