Besides the occasional tree, the setting remained unchanged.
Despite Spirax’s usual oddness he seemed surprisingly focused, moving quietly and glancing around in a furtive manner.
The Fog began to worsen, and rain began to trickle down from the sky.
“Bleck. Wet.” Spirax muttered, moving his wings up to partially shield himself
Faint booming noises were starting to emit.
“Ah. There we go.” He whispered, speeding up his movements as he grinned.
There was a trench dug into the ground.
“Hello. Anyone there?” He muttered quietly, peering over the edge.
It was vacant, save for several spend casings, several opened food packets, and the occasional discarded weapons in varying states of disrepair.
“Ooooh, weapons!” Spirax said, a small amount of his usual insanity leaking through, as he scrambled into the trench, shuffling through the weapons for any ‘working’ ones.
Guns were empty, though several were quipped with bayonets, and there was the occasional gas mask on the ground.
“Oooh, this could be fun.” He said, strapping a mask to his face before taking three bayonets and two more gas masks, attempting to strap two of them onto his foreamrs using the mask straps, the bayonets facing forwards as he held the third.
The Trenches continued forwards.
“Lets see whats in store for us this fine day.” He said, stalking forward.
The Trenches continued forwards, occasionally there would be barbed wire, and empty gas canisters.
“Tsssk, to bad these’re empty.” He muttered as he picked up on of the canisters, tossing it back to the ground.
The trenches sprawled forwards and outwards, with more tunnels.
My characters had just followed, silent