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Message: <blockquote data-quote="izillama" data-source="post: 4590663" data-attributes="member: 79171">The sewer was darker than Clover would have liked. It smelled, but Ruby was right: it wasn't so bad.She was still in a slight state of shock as Ruby led her down the pipe and away from the danger of the police station. The radio continued to sound behind them, but it was slowly getting quieter. And, she assured herself, no human would ever want to venture into the sewer... willingly.Ruby dragged her along like a cow on a rope. She followed easily enough, but she couldn't help allowing her mind to wander during the lack of needing to exert any type of thought processes. 'Koln believed in me.'She felt so ashamed. It was the same shame that Koln had made her experience quite a few times by now. He seemed to have a funny way of doing that. She wasn't sure, but there must have been something deep down in her conscious that bothered her when she let Koln down. It was not acceptable. Finally, at one point, Clover was able to pull her hand away from Ruby and walk on her own. She hadn't spoken to the older girl, but she hoped that her sheepish smile allowed for an unspoken, "Thank you."Then, up ahead, she thought that she began to hear something.What was it?There was a low rumble, like a stampede of many, minuscule feet. Was that a yell? It sounded like some sort of a struggle. Beside her, Ruby's ears pricked up instantly. The Amish girl could definitely hear better than she could, by a long shot.Clover was worried. Was Koln alright?</blockquote>

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