Three Days Later

Vix nestled back further into her little alcove, set into the bronze-plated walls of the old, sunken tower where she had taken refuge. Huge, arching windows, packed tight with earth, served to remind Vix that she was hundreds of feet below the ground. A winding spiral staircase swept downward, into patchy darkness, illuminated by intervals of torches. The lights grew smaller and smaller the further one looked, until they were so buried in the roots of the sunken tower ...