The dark tunnels of the DC metros were suffocating, but probably more so for someone who could actually see.  Despite the handicap, the blind guy lead the group through the musky underground, through horde after horde of...dead ghouls.  It was mostly trudging through the dead bodies of someone who beat them to the kills.  Jake could practically hear the disappointment in Janeâs voice, and he couldnât agree.  He had been itching for a fight, and corpses just wouldnât do.
 Ah well, at least this was a better situation for escorting the two lovebirds...
 God, this was boring.  Might as well make small talk...Christ.
 Hey max.
 Do they have many prominent subway systems up in keene?  Or are yall lucky because ye dont have mandatory prisons left an right because some prewar fucks decided its smart to build these death traps?








