On the underside of the sewage tunnels, a small group of injured and exhausted people gathered. The air was damp and foul, and the walls trembled slightly from distant explosions. Their breaths were unstable, their legs barely holding them up.
"We… We… We need to send the message immediately!" one of them said with trembling hands as he passed a folded sheet to the man beside him. His fingers shook from fear and blood loss.
The man receiving it wiped the grime from his face before opening it. As his eyes scanned the contents, they widened in disbelief. His pupils trembled.
"Tell me this is a joke..?" he whispered, tightening his grip on the paper.
"I wish… Cough… Coughh!" The man who spoke earlier leaned forward and coughed out a mouthful of blood. His chest rattled, and his breathing grew weaker by the second.
