He reached the bottom and was confronted with the smell of rotten vegetation. The stench burnt his nostrils and smelt like it could be toxic. Holding his breath, he searched around, looking for an exit, his hands brushed rotted and putrid green vines, and he could only hope he was not being slowly poisoned as the green fluid coated his arms. His hand grasped something firm and metal, and he pushed on it to open a door, barely visible among the green branches, and exited that foul-smelling room.