Even if there had been light this far underground, the water, if it was indeed water, was inky black, ripples moving through it disquietingly as he stared at it.
His filter was long useless, and he'd used the last purification tablet two days ago.
He needed to survive, he was so close to finding... He couldn't remember what he was looking for, but he knew he'd remember once he found it. But to find it he needed water.
This was water.
Slowly, he dipped his hand in, and drank.
He found what he was looking for.
And it found him.
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