Sweetie Belle and I ran as fast as we could through the sewers, our feet submerged in the murky depths of the water, but our bodies warmthed by the adrelaline of fear filtering our veins. We could hear those crazies, their approaching choirs of maddening rage, each singing a chorus to how they were going to kill us. We had to hurry, we had to get out now. This was not supposed to be like this. As I gripped, Sweetie's palm, I could hear still crying, panicking under her laboring breath as we

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