Lowbie story pt 2

With a resonating clang Makk landed on the metal grating in a crouching position, hitting his “dead” and bleeding arm off the floor causing him to grimace at the pain he will eventually feel.

Looking about and seeing no one, he begins to move forward, each step another clang resonating in the darkness.

“ I wish I saved for that lesson to travel unseen” he whispered to no-one “would be damned useful now”

he walked on being careful not to touch the filthy almost living walls, and to not fall into the drains with that never ceasing current of filth, turning corners where needed following a map in his mind.

“lemme see” he though to himself “ take a left here, over the pool of glowing, bubbling goop, walk on until u see a rounded tunnel to your right…”

he jumped over a hole in the grating and turning into the tunnel, only to see the screaming form of a flaming hobo run past the other end.

He stands there for a few seconds, until he starts chuckling. “You don’t see that everyday.”

He felt his belt and thumbed the power button for his radio. “hey, hey guys! you’ll never guess what I just saw!” “I just saw a flaming…” Thwack this time the bolt destroyed his radio.

Makk spun around to catch a flash of green taking cover behind the nearest corner no doubt reloading their crossbow.

He turned and ran down the tunnel as fast as he could, to be caught in here would mean certain death. “And another six hours, if not longer to find me.”

… to be continued.