Chapter 67: Underground Sewers
"Fuck! Fuck, Fuck, FUCK!" a gruff voice cursed and swore, full of hatred and grievance.
"Enough, Barnes. Cursing and raging won’t solve our current predicament." A sly and cunning voice responded with endless fatigue and resigned defeat.
Barnes, who was now wearing a tattered beige trench coat around his round belly as well as a pair of tattered pants and a black hat filled with bullet holes, looked absolutely miserable, his face even covered with dirt and grime.
Lyle was not much better, his own green jacket extremely worn and his hair matted against his scalp, its former color indistinguishable due to the sheer muck within. The very soles of his shoes were now thin, allowing one to see a glimpse of his blackened feet.
In the past two weeks, these two had lived a life worse than rats. Even rats would look at them and hurriedly carry their children away, telling them not to look at these two.
It was hard to believe that they were once men who dined on the finest food and drank the best wine, able to decide the life and death of second-generation bourgeois students with a wave of their hand.
Even the place they stayed in was terrible, being a dark and dry corner of the sewer system within Alpha City, specifically at the old district’s side. On one hand, there was no sewage flowing through here anymore, so the smell was not too bad.
On the other, it was a silent and eerie place that was full of cold indifference towards the lives within.
"Fuck that bastard Leo. He deserved to die for going behind our backs! Son of a bitch would have killed us all with his greed!" Barnes continued to curse, not stopping at all.