Ashe looked to the cat and groaned in protest, but pushed herself to her feet. As Blake hesitantly approached her she shook her head firmly. “I can manage.” She promised as she sloshed through the water after the cat, Isabel and Ryder, giving one last look to the cover to the entrance of the sewers before she began trudging along in the foul water. It was dark down here, and with the sun on its decent in the sky above it was starting to get colder. Ashe began wondering just how cold it was going to get down here once night fell.

The tunnel wasn’t changing in size or anything like that, at least not that Ashe could see and she was concentrating so much on the simple task of putting one foot in front of the other that she didn’t notice how much time passed or where they were going. She found her mind wondering, trying to figure out what the hideout would look like before they got there. A few things passed through her mind, one was that maybe they had made their home within a large flood chamber within the sewers but she swiftly dismissed that.

It was too impractical. Every time there was heavy rain the hideout would be flooded. Hundreds of people would die. Her mind too fuzzy to concentrate on the task for long she eventually gave up and once again began focusing on putting one foot in front of the other.