In that same darkness stalks something worse than a predator, or even part of one: he is the pacifist who learned to fight from necessity, and so wounded by the thoughtlessness of war, fashioned himself accordingly.
Light footsteps echo along the narrow pathways either side of the larger pipes - for a moment he remembers Paris and London, their respective take on the underground necessity. He remembers the archways and the seeming endless corridors - and of course the stench of human waste.
This is different, as though very little excrement has passed through these winding, serpentine underground rivers. Cities. Taming the elements, bending them to their egoistic agenda.
...but lo, the faint glimmer of light bouncing off a surface that doesn't blend in with the rest. Something moving, and the pitter-patter-tap-tap of something bony.
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Light footsteps echo along the narrow pathways either side of the larger pipes - for a moment he remembers Paris and London, their respective take on the underground necessity. He remembers the archways and the seeming endless corridors - and of course the stench of human waste.
This is different, as though very little excrement has passed through these winding, serpentine underground rivers. Cities. Taming the elements, bending them to their egoistic agenda.
...but lo, the faint glimmer of light bouncing off a surface that doesn't blend in with the rest. Something moving, and the pitter-patter-tap-tap of something bony.