Bloody fingers crawled, infectious water ferrying the crimson. Pain pierced nerves and tortured the mind until numbness… agony.
In dim shadows, a victim showed before a light source.
His face was pale and gloomy, bereft of energy, eyes trembling in strong tire—a child called Alistair.
"North. East. East. North." He recited cardinal directions while observing the dim paths ahead.
Traveling through these steel tunnels became a grueling chore for Alistair because limbs had weakened as time passed.
He reduced his speed recently due to noises echoing from the distance. Search squads.
Many reacted to his fast but slow invasions and searched both land and sewer. If they had flying troops, they might have searched the sky too. The entire city looked for his traces… he was a frog in boiling water.
"Should I stop now?" Alistair whispered as he heard louder noises from the walls; their beats seemed to echo a timer.
