“Keep coming this way girls,” urged Gus. The palms of my hands kept sliding in human entrails and blood that lined the walls and floor of the tunnel. I could hear Susan sniffling behind me. She was involuntarily making gagging noises. As I reached Gus he helped me through a small metal opening that was barely big enough for a grown man. Once into the next chamber I was able to stand upright. The room, if you could call it that, was long and narrow. The walls were corrugated metal and at one time had been painted red. Now, though, they were partly rusted and worn. A small wooden table lay on its side off to one end with bowls and spoons scattered on the floor along with what remained of an interrupted meal. Blood had been spilt in random places around the room and it was obvious that a massacre had occurred. I could hear Susan and Gus still in the entry tunnel and knew that Susan was busy throwing up. I looked up when I heard Boggs’ voice calling to me from up high; there was another small opening like the one I had just come through.
