To the left the scenery quickly reverts to small but not cramped passage. The leaf and mud cover on the floor is much thinner, and in places plain finished flagstones can be made out.
The corridor appears to be quite short, leading to another room, but when you shine your torch there, it produces a response. Though you can see nothing discernible, a faint shuffling noise, like cloth on cloth, can be heard from ahead. Looking briefly down at the floor, you notice signs that seem to indicate something having been dragged through the muck, though where the trail began and how long ago you cannot tell. In the air you suddenly notice a strong smell of rotted meat, a sickly, cabbagey odour that is immediately recognisable.
Your choice seems clear.
Will you:
Zing - continue (west)
Zing - retreat back to the room before (east)