@cruelativity
It’s a pretty narrow corridor leading to the exit from Delta. Not unconventionally narrow, but narrow in the sense that maybe two people could comfortably walk side-by-side down the cavern-like hallway. Or at least, that would be the case normally, had one boy not set up a barricade of sorts, his bag and other findings (a dirty old sleeping bag, a couple cans of beans, et cetera), lined up across the width of the corridor. It’s almost though he’s set up a campsite there, sans one tent and one campfire, and he sits in the middle of the camp, glaring intently at the wall before him.
Dipper could have sworn he’d seen markings like this before, but their meaning was just beyond his grasp. If he just had enough time, he could decipher them. It had been about an hour so far, and still his focus was so intent on his scribbles of notes and on the wall before him that Dipper didn’t give a single sign of acknowledgement to whoever decided to pass through here.
