Bowers Has A Girlfriend?

madness

Erin clenches her jaw hard and shakes her head, her hands pulling at her hair, leaving red marks on her face. This can't be happening. Wake up. Wake up! Nothing. This is real. She bites down hard as tears leave a bitter salty taste on her tongue. Her mouth dries up as her limbs tingle and become suddenly weak. She stumbles back and rests on the wall of the well. He's dead. What now? Her whole body shivers as she huddles up against the cold clay bricks. He's... dead. She splutters and attempts to catch her breath in the midst of this hurricane of emotions. Wait. She stops to listen. Quiet. Only a single step is heard, she feels the presence of a being move in close to her right ear as the hot breath warms that side of her face,
"Kill them all." Nothing more. She listens. Her mind snaps. That's it. Eventhough the losers have moved on, she will get them. She will kill them. She takes the rope in both hands and drops down into the dark damp hole and into the gap in the wall. She growls as she digs her fingertips into the cracks in the tunnel, pulling herself along as quickly as possible. Adrenaline and the intoxicating need to pour their blood down the drain feulling the rampaging stampede of emotions. Her hands bleed as she takes a sharp turn and the jagged rocks tear into her skin. She stops, people. Erin listens close, only one thing on her mind, kill them all. She hears fighting, shouting and crying. Something is happening. She looms in an opening and stares into a ginormous chamber with what looks like a mountain of junk in the centre. The ceiling of this area is high up and bright, natural light. It's a storm drain. Erin concentrates on the junk, small toys, trinkets. Everything grey and aged. No spider webs or dust, just damp mould. Dark shadows and deep pools of black water, sewage and rainwater. She stops, there they are. She holds back, she tries not to run at them, tries to figure a plan to kill them all.