[ He passes, crossing the threshold with either arm raised, feeling the walls in hopes of finding a light switch before reaching the bottom of the stairs. He does find one, but not before he's nearly disappeared into the room.
The lights click on, revealing...another standard room. Concrete floor, shelves laden with more canned goods, flashlights, a toolbox. Old paint cans, a pair of shovels. ]
Nothing interesting. Or, nothing any weirder than the rest. Maybe an old fashioned bomb shelter, and storage.
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The lights click on, revealing...another standard room. Concrete floor, shelves laden with more canned goods, flashlights, a toolbox. Old paint cans, a pair of shovels. ]
Nothing interesting. Or, nothing any weirder than the rest. Maybe an old fashioned bomb shelter, and storage.