The water made faint dripping sounds as it trickled through the sewers. The corpse of Stanley had begun to rot from the days of lying there with nothing but water running over it. His skin hung from his bones and had turned whiter than snow.
The sound of someone new exploring the city could be heard up above and the sound of Papa's footsteps were absent. The soldiers must have left. Finally! He'd grown tired of waiting for them to get out of this place. After all, Fantopia belonged to the biman, not to man.
Slowly rising from the soggy ground after his many months of slumber, Stanley began to walk through the sewers, digging his finger nails into the concrete walls as he moved. As he ascended the ladder, he gradually felt his strength return.
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Fantopia
Science FictionFantopia used to be a thriving city. Now, it's a living nightmare. This is the tale of Cindy Alcento, an innocent girl who lived to see her neighbors go insane, her friends tear each other apart, and the people she used to love betray her. Her only...
