Mumbling angrily to himself Luke carried on his direction. He could just hear them still criticizing him in his head. Yeah he knew dead deer corpse wasn't exactly the best thing to eat but so what. He was hungry, had to eat, and wanted to feed the others. He had to get over it, just steaming about it would cloud his thoughts. He kept walking and griped his spear. As he walked forward the ground he was on got more, wooden. It got creaky and and hallow. He looked down and noticed it was made of wood. Before he could react the wood was pulled away and he fell down a dark hole.