It had been debatable if venturing into the caves below would ever be a good idea. There was a lot to be found in them that proved to be useful for the Survivors' cause. However, they were very dangerous. It's, for the most part, constantly dark, they had to have a torch always lit or Charlie would get them and the monsters in the caves were just as bad if not worse than the ones they had to deal with constantly on the surface.

They had only been down there maybe once or twice and were quick to leave be it they were being chased by monsters or they were running out of light and didn't want to have any close encounters with Charlie. It just never seemed like a good idea to even bother with the place.

However, life is strange and unexpected. Especially in Their World.

Wilson groaned, opening his eyes slowly. His head was throbbing and his body was refusing to move even an inch.

Ngh… What hit me?

He looked around at his surroundings, trying to piece together what had happened.

I remember I was out scouting for food with Maxwell, Winona and Willow and then…

His eyes widened at the sight before him. There was a rocky ceiling above him and around him were pieces of broken turf and huge boulders.

"W-What's that rumbling!?"

"EVERYONE MAKE A RUN FOR IT! THE GROUND'S GIVING OUT!"

CRASH!

That's right…

Wilson finally got himself to move, sitting up slowly, holding his head with one of his hands.

Surprise sinkhole.

He scanned the area, trying to see if he could spot any of his companions. He sighed in relief, seeing each of them somewhere nearby. They were still knocked out but he could see their chests moving up and down, a sign they were still alive.

It took Wilson a few tries before he could get up on his feet, quickly making his way over to Willow, giving her a gentle shake.

"Willow? Willow, wake up."

The young woman groaned, her eyes opening a bit.

"Mgh… Wilson?"

"Right here." He brought her upper body in his arms. "Are you alright?"

"Sore as I'll get out but hey, I'm not dead at least." She huddled a little closer to him. "Cold though."

"It does seem to be cooler where we are." Wilson rubbed her shoulders, trying to warm her up a little.

"Where are we? And what happened?"

"I believe we fell down a sinkhole and from the looks of it, we're in the caves."

"Joy." Willow groaned a bit. "And here I thought I would never have to deal with this stupid place ever again after the last time we ventured down here."

"Could be worse." Wilson looked around. "I mean I can't think of anything at the moment but I'm sure if I could think of something it would be worse."

"Whatever you say, Wildork." Willow chuckled a little, getting to her feet with some help from Wilson. "Well… no use whining. We better start trying to find a way out."

"Agreed."

Willow hurried over to where Winona was, rousing the woman awake while Wilson did the same for Maxwell.

"Charlie just loves toying with us." Maxwell grumbled as Wilson helped him to his feet. "It's a wonder she hasn't killed us yet."

"Heaven knows why." Wilson shrugged. "Let's just be glad we are alive."

"I suppose." Maxwell glanced over to where Winona and Willow were, seeing Winona was fixing him a small glare. "What's with that look?"

"This is your fault somehow, Max."

"You say that about EVERYTHING bad that happens."

"'Cause it's true!"

"Stop!" Wilson snapped. "Now is really not the time for a bickering session between you two. Right now we need to focus on getting out of here." Wilson looked up. "And getting some materials together so we don't get caught in the dark. Judging from the light we have coming from above it won't be long before we lose sunlight."

"And my lighter isn't going to be enough for all four of us." Willow said.

"I'm sure we can scrap somethin' together-" Winona stopped short as she noticed something. "Em… I don't remember us carrying a fancy treasure chest."

"Eh?"

Wilson followed her gaze, eyes going wide as he saw in the middle of the wreckage was a very decorated treasure chest that was blue in color and had a gold trim and on top of it was a rose.

"None of us were but I can take a guess where it came from." Wilson walked over to the treasure chest, taking the rose off it. He looked at the chest, hesitating before undoing the lock, opening to see what was inside.

He relaxed, seeing it wasn't boobie trapped but was puzzled by what was inside. It was a set of clothes that were an orangish red and tan in color, with cloaks that were a pale green along with accessories that were made of some kind of material that looked like gold and had a squarish swirl pattern to them. He also noted four black items that looked like torches, lying on top of the outfits that had a note attached to them.

He took off the note, reading it aloud.

"Sorry for the sudden drop but I had a feeling you wouldn't go back to the caves willing so I found this much more suitable. I kept your bodies intact so you can thank me for that. I found a part of the caves that I thought would be most interesting to you survivors, especially you, Wilson. I've marked out a map that will lead you to what I found. I figured since it will probably take you a bit I've provided you some attire and torches that will help with your journey. The clothes will keep you nice and warm and the torches will stay lit till you snuff them out. Use them wisely and don't lose them, it took me quite awhile to make them. Luck be with you. - Queen Charlie."

"Of course it was HER doing." Maxwell shook his head. "Why am I not surprised?"

"You were with us, we were prime targets." Winona glared at him. "Thanks, Max."

"Hey!"

"What did I just say about bickering?" Wilson narrowed his eyes. "Look, this isn't the best situation but least we have materials to help get out of here."

"I guess." Winona huffed, crossing her arms.

Willow made her way over to the treasure chest, taking out one of the torches. She flicked her lighter on, lighting the torch. Her eyes widened at the size of the flame the torch produced.

"This is better than any torch we've ever made." She brought the torch closer, a big smile crossing her face. "I love it."

Maxwell shook his head, deciding to have a look at the contents of the chest as well. He glanced at the attire… a somewhat uncomfortable expression crossing his features as he took one of the accessories out of the chest, looking at it carefully.

Wilson raised an eyebrow at this.

"What? Not dapper enough for you?"

Maxwell shook his head.

"It's ancient but I'm not going to turn down a way of keeping warm." Maxwell took out one of the outfits, looking at it carefully to be sure it was his size. "Besides, I can wear my best attire under it."

"Sure." Wilson gave a flat look before taking out one of the outfits, seeing it was in his size. "Well… I'd rather not freeze."

"Neither do I." Willow took out the remaining outfits. "Hm… Winona, you can have the last one with pants. I'll take the one with a skirt."

"Thank you kindly." Winona took the outfit, looking at it carefully. "Eh… not my style but if it'll keep me warm I guess I got no right to complain."

Everyone nodded in agreement, quickly slipping on the outfits. They were warm as promised but only one thing was confusing. The accessories. Wilson looked at the accessory in his hands, puzzled at what it was supposed to be.

"What… is this supposed to be? A necklace?"

"It's a headband, Scientist." Maxwell said, tying one on his head. "Like this."

Wilson tilted his head.

"And they serve… what purpose?"

"Sanity preservation. Wearing one will help keep your head clear."

Wilson blinked.

"And how do you know this?"

"You ask you too many questions sometimes."

"And you're terrible at giving answers." Winona quipped.

Maxwell gave her an irritated look. "And you're terrible at reading a compass."

Ugh… It never ends.

Wilson shook his head, putting on the headband, feeling the effects starting to take hold

Huh… my head does feel clearer with this on.

"Okay, everyone set?" Wilson asked, digging into the treasure chest, pulling out the map.

"We're ready, Will." Willow replied, giving him a smirk. "Let's get a move on."

"Don't have much of a choice." Maxwell rolled his eyes.

"Whine, whine. Do you do anything else, Max?" Winona gave him a light smack on the back.

"Ow! Watch it you wench!"

Wilson groaned.

"Do I have to take your tape Winona?"

"No Sir."

"Please, by all means." Maxwell growled rubbing his shoulder. "Watch it you."

"You watch it."

Wilson sighed. Just the typical story it seemed with those two.

He looked ahead, seeing the road and the darkness that awaited them.

This is going to be a LONG expedition.