Led by this somewhat strange old man, Charles and his group made their way toward the distant, winding maze entrance.
Just as they had left, a bandaged, stick-figure-like drawing of a person slowly materialized on the wall. It extended a hand, as if trying to stop something.
Although Blake had no eyes, he seemed to navigate by some other means. With his neck craned and back hunched, he moved with surprising speed.
"Mr. Charles, that old man looks so pitiful. Let's give him some cookies," Lily whispered in Charles's ear.
Charles shook his head, rejecting her request. With the man's identity unknown, rashly revealing their food supply was not a good idea.
The muddy water parted as they all walked forward in silence. After about half an hour, a human settlement built into the rock wall appeared before Charles.
To keep away from the filthy water, they had carved recesses of various sizes into the rock face. Dozens of people sat in these alcoves, either resting or conversing.
