[Storyteller] You reach a corner, sprinting around it, and you turn to find yourself looking into another rounded, mined out room. Scattered about the room are a number of women of all ages. Most are alive, especially t he younger ones. The elder women of the village are all dead, some of their parts splattered across the room. The remainder are only discernable by the fact that they are sitting up. Were they lying down and covered with this much blood, you'd certainly t hink they were dead. Of those you can see, they seem to be staring blankly at the wall... Or is it the man in the chair against the wall.