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Part 9 – Chapter 3

As One Of The Three Lads Lifts The Manhole, I Start To Wonder Whether Or Not Going With Them Was Such A Good Idea. The Guy Turns To Me And Invites Me To Follow Him Down A Small Ladder. It’s Too Dark And Narrow To Make Out What’s At The Bottom. But I Ballsy Up And Make My Way Down Into The Darkness. I’M Not A Claustrophobic, But Let’s Not Kid Ourselves, I’M Literally Shitting Myself Wondering What I’M Going To Find At The Bottom. After About Five Minutes Of Descent, We Finally Arrive In A Dark And Dusty Room Of About A Hundred Square Meters. The Stench Is Abominable, And One Of The Guys Laughs And Says: “Don’T Worry, You’Ll Get Used To It”. Slowly I Discover What Surrounds Me, The Humid Walls Are Covered In Spiderwebs, Old Neon Lights Are Blinking On The Walls And An Old Calcined Porsche 911 Is Sitting In The Middle Of The Room. How An Earth Did It End Up Here? On The Side Door “Ready To Live” Was Written In The Soot.In The Corner Of The Room I Can Make Out A Large Metal Door With A Coded Lock. One Of The Lads Tapped In The Code, Pushed The Door, And What Lead Behind It Was More Than I Could Ever Had Imagined: An Entire Underground City. It’s The Size Of Several Football Fields, Where Thousands Of People Swarm, Houses Made Of Metal And Pipes As Far As The Eye Can See. Everything’s Clean, We’Re Far From A Dump, This Is An Organized Metropolis.

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