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"...and that, my little one, is why you must stay away from that accursed Underground""But Mama, you always told me to be brave, esp- espi-""Especially during these tough times, yes, I know but the Underground is no place for a cub such as yourself""But I'm not a cub anymore! I'm seven years old!""Hehehe of course you are...goodnight sweetheart""Hey, are you alright? Oh man, I really messed up this time." I rubbed the back of my aching head and slowly rose up to face my attacker. A difficult task, considering it was still pitch black. That was, until something started to glow, glow a faint green. I thought I was just hallucinating due to the concussion that I most likely have but it turns out, I just met my first survivor. In the center of the green aura, stood a grey wolf, with green rings around his arms, legs and parts of his overly large tail. He had a worried demeanor on his face, that soon vanished as I sat up.I started to look him over. He wore a grimy leather bombers jacket, with one sleeve severed off. The jacket itself was being held together with duct tape and poorly done stitches. On his open arm were dirty bandages what covered up most of his forearm. His legs were covered with black jeans, caked in mud, blood, and some sort of dark green mush. Awfully different than my slightly dirty dress blouse and black skirt. He reached out his paw "Are you going to be alright? I hit you pretty hard there..." He gave an embarrassed look as I haphazardly took his offer and helped me get back up on my feet. "I was scavenging for supplies when I heard something scuttle around, I got scared that it was a bandit of something so I, well, you know the rest."This man surprised me, not because he was awfully polite considering the circumstances, but that he completely contradicted the myths and legends of the Underground populace that I grew up thinking of. He was no hideous creature waiting to rip off my flesh and snack on my guts. He was just...normal, well, discounting the glowing part."Oh silly me, where are my manners. My names Kyle." He extended his paw once again for a handshake."Tara," I replied hesitantly. "Well, nice to meet you Tara, haven't met another survivor in a while."Survivor? That word bounced around in my head for a while. Does that mean there are more people like this down here? Were there any freaks-of-nature to begin with? "Survivor?" I questionedHe stood there blankly for a second before understanding what I meant. "Oh! You must be new here, not many new visitors down here recently," he chuckled. And then he froze, like a deer in headlights. "Wait a minute," he started. "If you are new, then you must have gotten in somehow..." he quickly grabbed my shoulders, much to my dismay."Tara," he looked me right in the eyes with his odd, glowing emerald eyes. "Do you know a way out of here..." he almost stuttered. I slowly brushed his arms off my shoulders, "Uh, yeah, I think I do..." I replied half heartedly.He light up (literally) until he heard my hesitation. "Think so? Do you or don't you?"What a change in attitude. "Well, I'm not sure, all I remember is going down a dark hallway for a while and then getting knocked out by you."He lowered his ears and pouted. "Ugg, dont get my hopes up like that, not good for you""Wait, what do you mean?" I said irritably. This place just gets weirder and weirder by the second. He curled up his comically large tail and sat on it like a cushion. "I'm sure you've heard the stories from the surface. All those crazy monsters and demonic creatures lurking below..." I sat across from him, crossed my legs and continued to listen. "Those stories are obviously not true," I gave a mental sigh of relief. "But, there is some truth to those stories." I almost didn't want to listen, but my curiosity took the best of me.  "They say that the walls and rooms constantly change, keeping anyone unfortunate enough to be trapped in its catacombs to be trapped, forever running and desperately looking for a way out, to no avail.""That can't be true, it seems highly improbable to me," I replied  "Well, I don't have much proof to back up the myth, but I always feel like I'm walking in circles" he said, fiddling with his fingers.I raised an eyebrow. "Pretty sketchy still Kyle, and even if what you say is true, its not all that bad as the other stories. I'd rather be lost forever then mauled to death.""Oh tell me about it," he said, slouching back. "But theres still people down here that you might want to watch out for." He got up and started talking again. "There are many people, just like me, wandering the corridors, although I'm one hundred percent certain that I'm the only nice one." I smiled a bit, half because I was lucky enough to run into this guy instead of some insane weirdo, and half because, well, he is pretty charismatic. "There are other survivors like me, perfectly sane mind you, but they just want to survive, so they don't really want to have friendly conversation, believe me, I've tried." I sat there with a grin on my face, my tail swishing back and forth like a metronome. "Then there are the psychopaths. Crazed people who just run around sputtering nonsense attacking everything with a pulse. No one really knows why their crazy, either being down here so long just makes you loco, or the toxic waste littered around here just gets to their head. Considering all they do is yell," He crosses his eyes and

sticks his tongue out. "COME OVER HERE MEATSACK, I NEED A NEW FRIEND TO RIDE MY MERRY-GO-ROUND!" I giggle, rocking around on my tush. He smiles and chuckles too. "Heh, you know, you have a cute laugh," he said with a sly grin. I stopped laughing and gave a small blush. Already flirting with me? I know I'm pretty, but yeesh, he must have been down here for a while. I got up and brushed my backside. "Well Kyle, it's been fun, but I ought to be finding a way out of this dump."He fidgeted a bit and stumbled over to me quickly. "Wait, you're not leaving already are you? Can't you stay a while longer, I've got some year old salisbury steak lying around here somewhere that we can share!" Wow, this guy is either really lonely, or desperate. Enough to make me pity the poor wolfie on his knees looking for this food that is most likely not even there. "Why do you want me to stay so badly?" I said teasinglyHe stopped his fruitless search and gave me some sad puppy dog eyes, he was pretty good at it too. "Well...you are the first person I've met down here that hasn't tried to maul, stab, shoot, dismember, rape, or all of the above. AND! I know a lot more about this place than you, I am a valuable asset if I do say so myself," he said with moxie. "Well...you do seem like a nice guy, and I guess I need all the help I can get as well..." I started.Well, that was until the noises came again. Clanging of metal echoing down the narrow halls eventually smashing into our eardrums. I looked at Kyle. He looked back. "I don't think you have much of a choice now," he said calmly.I nodded my head. "Well, you are pretty persuasive." We were just about to bolt in the other direction until the noises stopped. Dead silence. We stopped dead in our tracks, and Kyles glow slowly faded away. Darkness again. The last thing I saw was the faint forestry eyes of my new found friend.Teeth, sharp, slobbery, morbidly long teeth in my face. Claws pinning me to the floor, digging into my paws. I glance to my left to see Kyle with his signature glow, fighting some sort of werewolf on steroids with a broomstick.I couldn't move, the beast is too strong. "Kyle, I know you're busy but I could use some help-AHH!" The teeth that were once inches away from my face, now are digging its way into my neck, coating its spit on my fur in the process. Kyle quickly averted his attention towards me, running over and swinging the stick down onto the creatures head. It only made it clamp down harder, I gritted my teeth in pain. I wanted to help, but I was paralyzed. Way to make a first impression. He was about to go for a second blow, but the second creature came from behind and tackled him and snarled its fangs. Kyle quickly kicked it off and forced it to a nearby wall, shoving it away with a kick to the chest. Now back to me, he threw the

battered stick aside and grabbed the beast by the jaws and tried to pry them open. I've got to hand it to him, this guy has some balls. He slowly got the beast to release its grip on me, and after a swift punch to the throat, both of the creatures were dealt with, for now. I shakingly grabbed the wound on my neck with both paws, I could feel the warm blood coat them immediately. I slowly got up to see Kyle quickly scuttle up to me."Holy shit, you're a mess, are you alright?" He said in a motherly tone, or as motherly as you can get considering the circumstances"Yeah, cough, I don't think they hit anything important...speaking of which, who were they in the first place?" I questioned.He moved my hands out of the way and started to rip apart some of his clothes for some makeshift bandages. "Well, he didn't bite too hard, but he did bite hard enough to rip out a good chunk of you." He carefully started to wrap the bandages around my neck. "Oh, and I may have forgotten to tell you about what we down here in the Underground call 'Ferals'""How original," I said, after wincing from the wound."Yeah, but that doesn't matter to them. They are basicly like wild dogs, normal people who spent too much time wallowing in radiation. All they do now is sleep, eat, hunt, and fuck. Not necessarily in that order. "I bet thats a pretty sight," I remarked."Just shut up and hold still," he replied He tied the cloth around my neck loose enough for me to breathe, tight enough so that the wound would not cause any more trouble. "Well, you may be stiff, but better than bleeding out, right?"I just rolled my eyes and tried to move my neck, stiff, just like he said. "Let's just keep moving."He gave a sneer. "You are really determined to get out of here aren't you?"  I turned my head (or tried to). "Yeah, I guess I am. Is there a problem?" "No," he said. "I'm just surprised that you aren't intimidated in the slightest about the fact that no one has ever been able to escape this hell hole ever since it showed up.""Well then, I guess we'll be the first," I said getting up from the ground."We? So you finally decided eh?" He said shortly after getting up as well. "Yep, now lets get going, oh, and you take the lead. Don't want anymore accidents happening again," I said winking after the last statement. He just groaned and shuffled around some pile of junk in the far corner of the room and pulled out a rusty, three foot long pipe. "You're the boss," he replied with a snicker, and began walking down the narrow passageway with me soon following him.The next hour was...pretty uneventful to say the least. Just walking down in a straight line following the familiar glow of my friend, in silence, occasionally coughing or scratching my neck. Picking at some

fresh corpses for anything to salvage, but mostly just keeping our eyes and ears open for anything bad. Kyle did manage to find a journal and a engraved lighter, which he tossed off to me in case something happened and I needed light, off one of the bodies. He looked like a soldier, or veteran from what I could make from his mangled body. He had a combat jacket with a name stitched into the right pocket: "S. Chance""Hey."My ears flicked and my head darted up. "Wha? Who said that?""Its me, Kyle, what you already go crazy?" "S-sorry, just was used to the silence is all," I said."Well I was going to have a conversation but If you're so used to the silence then I guess we can get quiet again..." he said."No no! We can talk!" I said, unintentionaly desperate."Alright then, what do you want to talk about then?" he replied."I'm sure I've already got a hunch, but what's with your glowing powers, er whatever you call it?" I questioned."Yeah, I was waiting when you'd ask me about that, its nothing really. Just being in the Underground for too long can do things to you, it takes a while though. I just kinda woke up and bam, I was like a glow stick." he said, gesturing his paws to form some sort of boom."Ahh, I figured as such, seems pretty convenient though." I remarked."Not at first though, it was more of a nuisance. I was constantly trying to hide from freaks and bandits but this stupid glow just kept giving me away."I gave another giggle, "Good thing I found you now rather than then." "Yeah, I was pretty inexperienced back then. Can't blame myself considering I went from a normal life from having to kill and scavenge just to get your next meal." he said calmly."Yeah...So what did you do before you...you know." I asked."Well, I just graduated from medical school, and was looking for any hospitals or clinics to hire me, ended up in the city above. Rented a room at some d-list hotel, third floor. I don't remember the rest of the details, but I do know that it involves me falling out of the window of said third story room during an earthquake and waking up here." he said "Damn, what a bummer..." I said quietly."What about you?" Kyle suddenly said."What?" I flustered"You, how'd you end up here?" he repeated."It's nothing really, nothing to get worked up over," I said,"Come on, I told you mine, so you have to tell me yours," he said teasingly."Ugg, alright. I'm a gambler, not a very good one mind you. I owed some money to some goons and they kept sending me threats. Eventually they got tired of waiting so they kicked my door down guns blazing, I managed to run enough to find an entrance to the Underground. In my head, it was them or here. In hindsight, I probably should have gone

with them. Thats it, nothing spectacular." I said."Yeah, but you wouldn't have met me," he said slyly. I gave a slight smile, before continuing onward. More silence, you'd think you'd get used to it, but it always carries that tension in the air, that ominous feeling that something is always watching you. Guess Kyle is one of those little things that keep you going. Always keeps a cheery face no matter the situation. Almost makes you think what keeps him going. We found another room, about the size of a small kitchen, with a gaping hole in the left wall from the way we came, which to Kyle, was odd, because most of the rooms were always nice and symmetrical. Other than that, there was some more miscellaneous debris with a few rusting rebar supports jutting out. After some mindless chatter, we decided to rest here for a few hours, napping in shifts. Kyle sat against the wall, and he was out like a light (literally). I grabbed his pipe and sat facing the hole, staring blankly at it with my deep maroon eyes. Staring into the abyss of darkness, slowly wearing down at my sanity. Staring down into the eye of the storm, knowing that at any minute, something will try to kill me. I glanced back at Kyle, slouching over into his only good coat sleeve. And there was that journal again, jutting out of his front pocket. That damned curiosity got the best of me again and I slowly pickpocketed it from my friends coat and looked at the weathered leather cover on the journal with that same name on the jacket: "S. Chance"I pulled out the lighter from my pocket and flipped open to page one.

 Personal Journal Entry #1November 30, 2053My mother told me to write in a journal while I'm off duty, might as well use it now. My name is Stephen Chance, and I am trapped. One minute I was with my squad, attacked by...something, the next minute I wake up in...wherever this is. Its dark, cold, wet, smelly, and I hate it. No light, or at least from what I've seen, which isn't much. Only things I have left on me, is my favorite lighter, six rounds in my pistol, the clothes on my back, and this book. I've looked around, no signs of an exit anywhere, just endless hallways and rooms. Almost dungeon-like, its creeping me the hell out. Speaking of which, I keep hearing these noises, as if they're following me. Maniacal laughter, clanging of pipes. It's probably just my imagination, guess I'd better just grow a pair and suck it up. I should get some rest now, I won't get out of this place if I just bitch all day.I started to flip through more of the book, some pages were either ruined, or torn out, but I read what I could.Personal Journal Entry #6I could only guess what day it is right now, being in constant darkness kind of prevents you from keeping track. Hell, It could be New Years right now, and I wouldn't even

know. Guess I can just imagine fireworks with my family, drinking a nice cold beer. Hopefully I can get out before the party, right? Alright, enough of that. Nothing interesting again, just some useless junk and more colorless walls. Although I did find an interesting room earlier. I was walking down another trivial hallway when I saw something bright in the distance, being the first light I have seen in what seems like an eternity. From what it looked like, it was some sort of chemical. I may have been desperate, but I was still smart and decided to haul ass in case it was dangerous or something. Even so, the noises still haunt me, always close behind to taunt me. I'm getting a headache just thinking about it.Personal Journal Entry #8I've got to make this quick, I haven't been feeling well ever since I was attacked earlier. A few hours ago (I think) I found another one of those rooms with the chemicals, except this one was different, bodies littered the ground. My curiosity brought me to check the bodies. I almost couldn't believe it. It was my best friend, Spotty. He was in the same squad with me when we were attacked that day. I quickly recognised the others, my fellow squadmates. I took a moment of silence, closed my eyes. Big mistake. Next thing I know, my friends jumped at me while I was off guard. It all happened so fast, one of them bit into my leg, almost took off my goddamn foot. Six shots, all of them dropped. I limped out of there as fast as I could, started to feel fatigued. But now I'm defenceless, tired, and hurting. Alright, I'm done now, got to rest...The next few pages were covered in mud, and some disgusting smelling stuff, possibly vomit. I skipped ahead once more. The next entry was barely legible, mostly because of what I could only imagine were blood splotches strewn across the page. It was still somewhat readable, I tried to make out what I could.Make the p--- s-op, dear g--! I can feel i- ----ling insi-- me! The --reams in m- --ad! WHY -OUN- AN-ONE H--- ME!!!I kept reading, filling in the dots as best as I could, this poor man suffering this torture. No one should ever have to go through with this. The pages after this were surprisingly clean and tidy, nothing written on them, except for some dust. Until I hit the last page. The last page was smeared in blood, the borders caked in the stuff, and in the middle had the message in large, pointed capital letters sprawled in blood: "NO ONE ESCAPES THE UNDERGROUND"Just then, a faint flash flickered in the hole in the wall. I closed the lighter and journal to get a better look, only to get hit with a shockwave and an ear piercing screech. I fell back covering my ears. Kyle seemed to have woken up, also shielding his ears as best as he could. The noise stopped and we quickly got our bearings and got up. "What the hell was that?!" Kyle

screamed."I don't know! I was just reading the journal and I saw a flash-""Wait," Kyle said, stopping me. "What about this flash?""It was just a flash of light coming from the hole, nothing special," I replied."Nothing special? That flash could have been light, light means a way out of here!" He said, shaking my shoulders again. Before I could retaliate, he took off into the hole. I called out for him, silence. Then, that screech echoed again, but less potent, followed by Kyle flying out of the hole, rolling across the ground to my feet. He groaned and sat up to face the hole. My ears flicked, hearing something faint in the distance. "-the Underground."I strained my eyes into the hole, staring deep into the shadowy chasm. "-escapes the Underground."Another flash caused me to cover my eyes. I put down my arm to see that same light and, to my horror, lumbering figure of that dead soldier we encountered before, Stephen Chance.His body was more torn up than the last time we saw him. He was mostly intact before, he had the features of some sort of dog with hints of orange. Now his entire body was more pale than before. He was missing an eye, and a lower jaw causing his long tongue to flop freely. His eyes were bleached white and his ears were missing as well. His right hand was gone entirely, only leaving bone, sharpened to a nasty looking point. His clothes still seemed unscaved, other than being a tad dirty. He snapped his neck in grotesque angles, causing a few cringes from me. He finally twisted his head facing me, looking me dead in the eyes. Me, Kyle and Stephen stared at each other in silence, us completely flabbergasted. We all stood perfectly still. Kyle slowly got up off the ground, to a stand. He took a pace to the right. Stephen sharply turned his head toward him, the snap of his neck echoing throughout the room. His mouth ripped apart in all directions as his throat vibrated and the all too familiar phrase shook the ground once more. "NO ONE ESCAPES THE UNDERGROUND" Stephen bolted at Kyle at an alarming pace, thrusting his makeshift bone dagger at the stooped wolf. He snapped out of it just in time to roll out of the way, the zombie only grazing him. I threw a punch to the best of my abilities and hit him square in the face. The impact sent his torso falling backwards, but his legs remained sturdy. It was like his bones didn't exist, being able to contort in such painful positions. He slowly arose and stared at me with his cold, lifeless eyes before screeching and swinging his arm at me instead. I swiftly ducked out of the way, much to Stephen's dismay. He screamed at us once again, flailing his arms in no specific fashion. "I don't know what we're going to do Tara..." Kyle said worriedly, backing up against a wall."Why are you asking me?" I

stuttered out, ducking under the ever approaching bone-blade. "Wait, I have an idea," Kyle blurted out after a few seconds."Is it a good one?" I replied."Its ballsy," he simply said.The next thing I know, he dashes toward Stephen and pushes him toward a wall. Stephen counters by swinging his arm down on Kyle but he quickly dodges and throws another punch toward him. As expected, his upper body fell to the ground but his legs remained firm and stable. Kyle must have expected this as he instinctively dodge Stephen's counter attack with a leg sweep. Stephen quickly fell onto his back, flailing his limbs and shrieking once more. Kyle looked  at me and tilted his head toward the break in the wall as Stephen was still thrashing on the ground. We both made a break for it, not caring where the tunnel took us, just as long as it was away from him. Stephen's howls were slowly diminishing in volume as we ran, adrenaline pushing us to haul ass out of there. Eventually the only sounds we heard were of our own footsteps and our panting as we ran. We stopped to catch our breath, leaning against the brick wall of the cavern we lodged ourselves into. I could faintly make out large stone pillars stretching across the linear path that seemed endless, forever leading into the obscure twilight. "Wh-who the fuck was that guy?" Kyle said in between breaths"I think...I think his name was Stephen Chance. A soldier trapped in here a while ago," I replied hoarsely"Well he must have been in here for a while, cause I sure as hell have never seen anything like that before," he said, coughing a bit. No one escapes the Underground"And I thought you were the expert here," I responded smuglyNo one escapes the Underground"Speaking of which, where are we anyways? It feels much more spacious here than before," I added.No one escapes the Underground"I'm not sure. I've never been this far in-" Kyle abruptly stopped and stared past me in the direction we just came from.I looked questionably at his gaze and turned to where he was staring at. We both looked intently in the direction in silence. A faint glimmer shined in the shadows.We both gave each other a worried look before slowly beginning to run again. We slowly picked up the pace as we knew who it was. We heard the grinding of his freakish weapon along the cold walls of the tunnel. We felt the sinister aura of his murderous intent slowly making its way into our cores. We could faintly smell his rotting flesh, but we dared not to ever look back. We kept running, without a word. Just hoping we could outrun him long enough to escape for a little longer. But where would we run to? This continuous channel had nowhere to hide, just pillars every so

often. Not that it mattered anyways, it seemed like he knew where we were wherever we went. It was almost as if he knew the place like he designed it, but I'm sure if you are anywhere long enough you begin to learn, even if you are dead. My ears twitched. I heard something odd, a large constant noise. I couldn't put my finger on it, but it seemed so familiar. I kept running forward, Kyle not to far ahead of me. More running, my legs were burning in protest but I wasn't about to stop just yet. But without warning, Kyle stopped dead in his tracks. I skidded to a halt behind him. "W-What's the matter?" I asked catching my breath.He pointed upward in speechlessness. I looked up to see a large crack in the ceiling, shining pure white light into the cimmerian shade, revealing a massive chasm stretching vertically for what seemed immeasurable. On the sides of the pit, were grates pouring vile looking water downward. And then it hit me. We were cornered, nowhere to run to, either jump down, or face the unbridled wrath of Stephen. I held my head with my paws, thinking hard. "What are we going to do? We've got nowhere to run..." I said in vain.Kyle just stood in silence, staring enthralled in the light.'Great,' I thought.I turned toward the corridor again, and that glimmer appears once again only more pronounced. He was getting close, and we were running out of time. I ran over to Kyle and started shaking him. "Come on! We need to think of something!" I pleaded. He stood motionless, staring at the refined light.It was no use, I was stuck. Was this the end of my life? Would I never return to the surface to my friends and family? Would I die in this hellish place? Guess I was about to find out. I could see Stephens outline charging at us, dragging his malformed bone through the ground, charging at us screaming as his tongue flopped around in the space that was once his mouth. "Ah, fuck it," I said as I grabbed Kyle and jumped into the abyss. As I fell, I could hear Stephen's frustrated roars slowly fade away. My sense of security soon leaving as I remembered that we were still falling to what felt like it would last till doomsday. Everything was slowing down as we fell in silence, our bodies feeling helpless as we tumbled like ragdolls deeper and deeper into the chasm. I guess this is the end...