[b]"Looks like we've caught ourselves some fresh meat, boys!"[/b]

Bobby could hear the leading marauder (whom he gathered was referred to as "Truffles") call to his men, followed by their insane cackling. [i]At least five of them in total[/i], Bobby thought to himself. But he certainly didn't stop to think it out clearly. For all he knew, there could have been far more than half a dozen; all the more reason to keep sprinting.

First his "home", and now it seems the vast majority of the sewers; his only haven for survival. Much to his dismay, it was dawning on Bobby that he would soon have to find his way out into The Light. It has been a little less than a month since he has even seen the sun, and he was more than aware that his lack of knowledge of The Overground would very likely lead to his own death. He was growing so, very tired. Of everything. [i]Why am I even running?[/i], the thought crossed the boy's mind. [i]Would I rather be skinned alive, or eaten alive?[/i]

Nonetheless, his instincts kicked in. He was brought to a familiar crossroad, with three adjunct sewer tunnels: left, right, and straight ahead. He knew they all lead to dead-ends; and their cackling was growing closer. Bobby chose the right, but not before shooting off a few bang snaps down the left corridor. Bobby was out of view just before Truffles and his gang rounded the corner, and found themselves rushing to the left tunnel; before Truffles halted them. He sniffed out his surroundings for a moment, and gave a sinister, hungry grin. [b]"Barbs, bring three of you left. The rest of you, come with me,"[/b] as he guided the rest of the entourage down Bobby's path...