Queens and 'rodrage' Tomkins were making their way trough the narrow sewer tunnel, knee deep in splashing and smelly muck. Both wore professional diving suits and lights on their foreheads, as well as carrying an assortment of various firearms. Beat cop and reckless car thief, both were brothers in arms from the defense of Caiger Mall. Survivors of a week of non-quarter warfare between citizens of Paradise City and cannibalistic living corpses.
Defiant stand had humans hack and burn hundreds of flesh hungry cadavers, while countless more kept coming. Now with the Mall's immediate sorroundings being zombie-free, the most hardened veterans armed themselves to the teeth and gone to take whe fight to the enemy.
Humanity's resourceful leaders were using all the tricks of urban warfare they could, and found the city's sewer system to be perfect to get hunter squads to their destination quickly and safely. Diving equipment from abandoned sporting goods store proved to be needed to navigate the deep sump in the corridors, finding way to the otherwise unaccesible parts of city.
Queens and Tomkins had a map with all the manholes marked, they were to emerge at the eastside, behind the bulk of the shambling hordes.
Others like them were taking other tunnels to meet up an agreed point.
The squad was said to investigate a biological research complex, where zombies were supposed to be first sighted. Both were getting hot and stuffy in their suits, especially with lagging a pistol, submachine gun and a shotgun each. "It's a nice walk actually. Sewers stink but at least there's no rotters hunting us." The first one said, huffing. "They only go where they smell living humans, and didn't realize we've started taking the underground path."
Other responded.
His words were about to be proven untrue, because a minute later the urban commandos heard a bestial groan that only devolved, undead vocal chords could make. The groan of cannibalistic hunger was very close to them, and for sure came from the tunnels. More groans echoed from many directions, making Tomkins spit out the most vulgar curse he could.
The first walking corpse appeared in the rays of their headlights, covered with muck and trash, more limped behind it, tripping over themselves in the narrow tunnel.
"Go for the head!" echoed the motto of every experienced zombie hunter.
"Who catched who, bastards!?" Tomkins shouted in anger at the undead he gunned down. When Queens turned back for a moment he saw what made him jab his buddy in the side and spit a curse. "They have us from both sides, let's go full auto on them!"
Few of the zombies in the awkwardly lurching throng wore torn diving suits of the similar variety Queens and Tomkins wore. They recognized the other sewer fighters who were now mindlessly hunting for their flesh.
