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<span class="mu-r">“I’m sorry, ma’am. I don’t have any drugs or money on me right now, but I’ll buy you a slice of pizza later if I get out of here.”</span> you said in an attempt to talk her down.
Her sneer quickly became a scowl. <span class="mu-b">“Wha-? I’m not a fuckin’ junkie, you twit! And you can’t bribe me with pizza.”</span> she said, but you had a feeling that that last statement wasn’t true. She probably hasn’t eaten any real food in a while. <span class="mu-b">“You can’t stay down here, so I need you to pack up your shit and-”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“I’m currently being hunted by a pack of flying, metal bird-men with guns. The only reason they aren’t down here right now is because they can’t fit their wings down here.”</span> you blurted out. <span class="mu-r">“I’m the Huntsman, by the way.”</span>
The woman looked taken aback, but she quickly recovered as realization flashed in her eyes. <span class="mu-b">“You’re the one who’s been making all that damn noise up there, aren’t you!”</span> she said, an accusing look in her eye.
<span class="mu-r">“Well, I had to! They were trying to kill me!”</span>
<span class="mu-b">“I don’t care. That’s not our problem.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Our?”</span>
She cursed, seemingly regretting that little slip. But before either of you could say anything else, you were stopped dead in your tracks by a familiar whirring sound. Both you and the young woman backed away from the tunnel that it came from. Her knife was now pointed in that direction.
Shit! They made it down here! They must REALLY want you gone.
<span class="mu-b">“What the fuck did you bring down here?”</span> she said, in a hushed tone. So NOW she wanted to lower her voice!
<span class="mu-r">“I already told you. Big, flying metal bird-men with guns!”</span> you replied in a similar tone.
<span class="mu-b">“How many?”</span> she asked, reaching into her jacket and pulling out another knife.
<span class="mu-r">“A lot.”</span> you confirmed.
She quickly looked between you and the tunnel and cursed under her breath. Finally, she put her knives away, seemingly having come to a decision.
<span class="mu-b">“Come on.”</span> she said, before turning around and storming off into one of the adjacent tunnels.
You wanted to protest, but the noise was getting uncomfortably close now, and you didn’t have many other options. And so, you hurried after the crazy sewer lady.
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The next few minutes consisted of you chasing the woman through a series of tunnels that seemed maze-like in design. Each time you asked where you were going, you were promptly ignored. Eventually, you stopped asking questions and decided to go along with it.
<span class="mu-b">“We should be safe here.”</span> she said, stopping in a large room that seemed to be decorated with torn bed sheets, colorful strips of cloth, abandoned tents and sleeping rolls. So there were other people down here.
She walked over to one of the sleeping rolls, dragged it closer to the wall and sat down on it. You repeated the process, finding one of the cleaner ones and putting it underneath you so as to avoid getting your suit dirty.
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