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soon and gonna go down fast.
    The metal bars in my hands are slick with my sweat and the damp from the tunnel. I stop and tear off a couple strips of my shirt and wrap them around the ends so I can get a better grip. Ain't no fun to have your weapons go slipping out of your hands when you're killing some crazies. And that's what these folks are. They're crazies, for sure. Luring people down tunnels and following in sewer streams. That's crazy.
    Light.
    I can see it ahead. Maybe that's where the air is coming from, not from some side opening. I keep walking and soon come to a bend in the tunnel. I'd have missed it and stepped right into the stream if there wasn't more light to see by. When I get around the bend, I stop and blink a few times.
    The tunnel ends. Ends with a heavy grate that's pouring water right into some culvert thingy. Looks like a lot of concrete outside the tunnel. Man-made, not a natural stream.
    Drip drip, scrape. Froggy is coming out of the stream. I grip my bars tighter and keep moving towards the grate. I gotta know what I'm dealing with.
    The grate is solid. Half-inch iron bars with just enough room to stick an arm through. I don't do that. No point. The grate's on hinges, so I know it can open, but the rusty lock on it tells me I ain't opening it anytime soon. Not with Froggy coming at me fast.
    I spin and land a solid blow to Froggy’s head. She screams and falls into the stream. It's a girl. Teenager, from the quick look I get before she goes under. I stand on the sidewalk ledge, my back to the grate, and wait for her to come up. I keep waiting. Teenage girl don't come up.
    "What the shit?" I mumble and step closer to the stream. I know, I know, this is where she leaps out and grabs me.
    But she don't do that. I don't know where she is.
    I step away from the stream and put my back to the grate again. My eyes are all messed up because of the light from outside, so trying to see anything down the tunnel is impossible. Maybe there? Way down there I see a glint of light off metal? Maybe. Can't say for sure.
    Is that a scuffle of shoes? The stream is loud as it empties into the culvert, the water dropping a few feet before hitting the new stream outside. Makes it hard to hear anything else.
    Nope. There. Yeah, there. I see a shadow. Someone's standing down the tunnel. A couple of someones.
    "Come on then!" I yell. "This is stupid! Come at me or fuck off!"
    No answers.
    I'm about to say more, but it gets hard to when a rope goes around my neck and squeezes tight. I drop the bars and grab the rope. Some son of a bitch is outside the grate! They snuck a rope in and dropped it down around my head! Shit fucking asshole shitfuckers!
    My fingers dig at the rope as the rope digs at my neck. I feel my nails tearing into my skin as I squeeze them between the rope and my throat. I yank as hard as I can and gasp as air fills my lungs before a heavy weight pulls back on the rope and the air is cut off again.
    The shadows down the tunnel rush at me. They are a lot closer than I thought since they are dressed all in black. Tunnel ninjas! Fucking tunnel ninjas!
    I want to yell that at them, since that's what Long Pork would have done and I miss him, but I can't squeeze out no words. I barely get my head turned and I can see Froggy Girl behind me, her whole body braced against the grate, her arms pulling the rope tight, tight, tight.
    Well, I still got a trick up my sleeve. Not really up my sleeve. It's on my belt.
    I pull my knife and slash at the rope just as the shadows reach me. I take a blow to the gut from a table leg that's been made into a club. I grunt, but fall to my knees and avoid the next hit as the rope around my neck is sliced away by my knife. It's a sharp fucking knife.
    Froggy Girl cries out as she's sent falling into the culvert outside. That's what happens when you put all your weight in one place. That place being my throat. There's a loud splash and one of the tunnel ninjas looks past me and cries