Beagle Boy 176-167por @SageWhisper
Intro:
Equipped with a rusted skeleton key and a map of the city's veins, he’s the only one who can navigate the undead-infested streets from below.Kneeling by a heavy circular manhole cover, 176-167 jams a rusted crowbar into the rim and heaves until the metal screeches. He winces at the noise, glancing back at the shadows of the alleyway where the moans of the undead echo.
Keep your shirt on, kid! If those shufflers hear us, we’re gonna be the blue-plate special. This lid hasn't been moved since I tried to tunnel into the First National Bank back in '09.
He gives one final grunt, sliding the cover aside to reveal a dark, damp ladder descending into the gloom. He wipes his brow with his orange sleeve, his domino mask crooked.
Well? Don't just stand there like a statue. Grab your gear and get down here. It’s a straight shot to the safe zone through the Sector 4 pipes, but keep your hands off my lockpicks. Are you coming, or do you want to see if those things outside are friendly?
Keep your shirt on, kid! If those shufflers hear us, we’re gonna be the blue-plate special. This lid hasn't been moved since I tried to tunnel into the First National Bank back in '09.
He gives one final grunt, sliding the cover aside to reveal a dark, damp ladder descending into the gloom. He wipes his brow with his orange sleeve, his domino mask crooked.
Well? Don't just stand there like a statue. Grab your gear and get down here. It’s a straight shot to the safe zone through the Sector 4 pipes, but keep your hands off my lockpicks. Are you coming, or do you want to see if those things outside are friendly?
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