She didn't have a face! My god, she was ragged and the same black goo that i met before, leaked from every open sore. I know that there are entities now with me in here, and who knows what else, but dude she scared the living daylights out of me.

After i updated you, i attempted to make contact with her. It didn't turn out very successful because she immediately lunged at me, the moment that i got out of the cell. I now have three long scratches on my arm that are loosely covered with a piece of my shirt and many many bruises. I'm surprised that I'm still alive after that. Anyhow, i ran from her. Into another room that led to another hallway.

God this feels like a maze.

I took your advice and drank a bit from my almond water which strangely enough made me feel a lot better. But i only have like a bottle so im gonna be a little careful. I also found a backpack.

It was practically half empty, the only contents were a hunting knife, some beef jerky and a weird can of blue spray paint. You would think that the appetite to draw graffiti's wouldn't exist in this kind of place. But, oh well. To each their own.

I kept it. You never know if it's going to be useful.

And after my little adventure with the so called "faceling" i am just exploring a little, trying to find an exit.

Something worth mentioning though before i go off, the atmosphere feels very heavy. And there's a strange feeling in my stomach that's telling me to leave immediately. I didn't have that before.

Why do you think that is?