With careful steps, Quagmire stalked the shadows, lying in wait for his next victims, though from now, he had to make sure that he would not get lost in his own world of thoughts. If it it was not due to his quick responsiveness, then he might be in his grave or roaming the streets if ever. Which he does not want to happen.
As he began to adjust to his surroundings, and his adrenaline dwindled and passed. He began to make out the surrounding areas around him, and the includes the pervasive scents that wanders around. The atrocious assault on his sense of smell is the most foul, along with the lingering scent of burnt wood, and rotten meat that seemed to permeate throughout the entire fortress.
