Giant water holding tanks line the walls. I cleared the silence by tapping on one with my flashlight...sounds empty.

 maybe this is why the water upstairs is non-potable

As I'm pacing forward trying to take a stop-motion-flip-book-walkthrough view I think I hear something off to my right ...maybe the animal that brings the fresh ramen and vending machine wrappers down ...but no ...just another 1950's gurney...I'm not feeling so well all of a sudden...I fight the urge to lie down....then try not to think of why the gurney would be down here in the first place....and why they didnt bring it back up...

The opening leads to a long hall designed to service the pumbing.  The inch or so of water is silently flowing in the direction I'm walking.... 

Another faint cloud of fog tells me to keep making sure nothing is behind me. 

And on...and on....almost the entire length of the building....the water slowly gets deeper.  The water dripping down the walls in several spots...finally trickling down from the leaking roof.

 the other end of the basement is finally in sight... the door is open but no air is coming down... and no sounds either.

 How quaint...exept for the white hairs growing on the chair.. someone really didn't want to be discovered taking a break.

 Probably the last time I'll be this happy to see  a staircase that looks like this.

The dense atmosphere finally begins to subside.