The tunnels were wide and well lit. Kasim led the way over clean, finished floors. Each turn was a sharp right angle and every ten feet there was a doorway to a room.
“What are these for?” Kaleigha asked as she eyed another furnished room.
“I don’t know,” Kasim shrugged. “They’ve always been here.”
“The village didn’t build these?” Kaleigha fought the urge to venture into one of the rooms. They all appeared to be the same: Two couches facing each other on either side of a radiator. Some rooms had a coffee table between the couches, others had what appeared to be doublesided music stands.
“No one comes down here?” Kaleigha pressed.
“Not really,” Kasim said. “Mostly to move between the houses in bad weather.”
“Or to get to the main house during an attack,” Kaleigha muttered.
Kasim gave her a strange look, but did not respond.
They walked in silence until they reached the edge of the village. Just like above, the tunnel beyond the boundary was pitch black.
“We can continue underground,” Kasim sounded doubtful. “Or we can try our luck in the forest above.”
“Danesha said to take the tunnels,” Kaleigha reminded him. “Brother, is there something down there we should be worried about?”
“I don’t know,” Kasim frowned. “Probably not, but we have always been cautioned against using that part of the tunnels. In fact…”
“What?” She asked after several seconds of silence. “What is it?”
“You’re right,” Kasim nodded after a moment. “Danesha would not lead us wrong.”
“What are you afraid of?” Kaleigha squinted at him.
“We’ll find out soon enough,” he sighed and walked into the darkness.