Ruth followed the drops of blood from her hand injury fell on the grass below. She didn't feel much pain, only the irritating sensation. All this time, her eyes were only searching for an entry into the old building.
She even fell while climbing to reach a window. But she had not thought about looking down.
Sometimes, rather than looking up, keeping your eyes down help!
Ruth caught sight of a small rectangular slit that was only six to seven inches in width. It had no covering except a small plant grown near it. Her drops of blood were on that plant.
All she could see through that slit was pitch black.
'There might be a cellar or something.' She thought.
She was about to turn her attention away from that slit when she heard a distant sound. It was very faint to decipher clearly yet was very familiar at the same time. Her curiosity got the best of her, and she narrowed her eyes. She bent down a little but was also ready to sprint out of there if needed.