This time entering the monstrous mouth of the subway, I leave my fears behind, determined and armed. Most armed with a gun tucked in my pants, one in my hand and three different long blades strapped to my belt. Yeah, I’m not taking any chances this time around.
I pray this will just be a quick in-and-out. There’s nothing to worry about, except other people, the possibility of another demon dog and the subway collapsing on top of me.
So, yeah, nothing to worry about.
Marching deeper into the tunnel with a green glowstick in my hand, I keep my eyes peeled for anything that isn’t the movement of rats. The deeper I go, the quieter it becomes. The air damp for the recent storm and puddles line the walls. The scurry of rats grows louder as they …show more content…
...I must escape and I have found a way. Even hell itself has a glint for salvation and I have found mine. The West Water Well. It was there before the Angels took over. There’s a secondary pipe that leads to an unground spring. It meant for overflow. It flows into an underground river that can lead to the outside. However at the base of this river is where the nuclear bomb should be located. I found this in the blueprints of the Norreach Program I stole for the Rebellion. It became clear to me that they wished to use these bombs, despite the innocents they would kill. I would not stay by as they took the lives of innocent humans and demons just to push their own agendas. I refuse to be a part of such…

I turn the page and the few words left scribble off into long ink blotches and red splatter across the paper. That’s it. He died while writing this. His last words scribbled among his own blood.
Dammit.
Of course, I shouldn’t be surprised. The only way out of this hell hole and it’s a damn suicide mission.
I quickly skim over the last page once more before closing it and shoving it back into my jacket. This escape plan is complete insanity…
But it’s not impossible if it