You drop into the small room and again your ankle twists. You push into the small hallway, and your knees—already bloody from your first trip down this path—nearly explode with the pain. Your vision is blurry, your mouth dry. You can’t even imagine how long you’ve been crawling. The room widens and you pull yourself up into the same room. Again. You collapse on the floor in a daze. You need water. Fast.
What do you do?