“If you fear nothing, then you are not brave. You are merely too foolish to be afraid.” ― Laurell K. Hamilton, Skin Trade There is no light underground. Unnatural shadows slip between the scant light available in the damp, subterranean world. The murky air feels thick and humid, and smells of human excrement. The sewers seem endless and the darkness of the tunnels extends out as far as the eye can see. If you keep running, you’ll end up in the same place, because the whole place is the same - a toxic subterranean wasteland, forgotten by the world above, inhabited by foul creatures, maybe even foul beings. You trudge forward. Strange noises drive your nerves on edge, but you stay under control. It could have been minutes, hours or days in here. You can’t tell. The only thing you want …show more content…
All six of them are looking at him, fixated, bounding towards him like hyenas chasing their prey. They’re hungry, and the boy is their meal. You run like it’s your last night on the earth, because it probably is. Whatever is behind you, you have no doubt it will kill you. It’s the fear that keeps you going, your adrenal gland releasing a massive burst of the stuff that makes you fly. But it isn’t enough to keep you going for as long as the creatures behind you can. You turn a corner into an alleyway. It’s a dead end. You look behind yourself and you see a mass of writhing, bleeding, naked bodies spill into the alleyway, bounding across the dilapidated brick walls. You are about to close your eyes, and accept your fate, when, as you take what was to be your last step backwards, metal clinks under your feet. He looks down and sees a drain beneath him. The creatures are not far behind him now, slowing each other down as they climb over each other to get the fresh meat at the end of the alleyway. He lifts up the drain and slips beneath it just before hundreds of mindless creatures fall onto the mesh of the