Bathroom Break

​Something rotten is festering below this ruin, and for once, I don't think it's the Shroud. The stench on the lower levels is abhorrent. The lavatories there exist only to mock me with their dreadful, rising fumes.

​When facing one, the odor overtook me and commanded my body to turn, sprint up the basement stairs, and gulp down the fresh air outside. ​I had to relieve myself in the bushes instead. ​It's curious - thought I saw something glisten down there, but perhaps my vision was blurred by the haze. I'm tempted to descend once more - are there canals below? Sewage that allows the mephitis to putrefy and mold forth? Hidden treasures, washed up, though never dulled? - But I retch at the thought.

​The sun is setting. I'll risk staying overnight. Above ground has little cover, but it's far from the smell!