Sleeth felt his eyes open and jumped to attention, hands raised up and he stepped back ready to hit anything near him. No, just here again in these walls with imagining sounds to wake him, he heard the screams again of the rest of his gen and never wanted to think that maybe this time it wasn't a dream. He'd been mapping a route for days, kicking the walls to leave scuff marks so he'd never go in circles. However despite hours of wandering he felt there was no end to be found. The end must he a hidden door, maybe on the ceiling. But he was hungry now and the pit in his stomach began to ache.