What I saw when I got out was the craziest thing yet. A museum. Not one of those run-down, shanty, bottom line ones, one like the Louvre and Smithsonian. Wait a minute, this was the Tower of London, and I just stumbled into a basement, a cobwebby place, holding dozens of expensive, priceless artifacts. I turn around to see writing above the door: “SEWER ACCESS,” It proclaimed in bright orange letters. I kept wondering how Skyler even got me in here. “Hello?” I asked. Nothing. Only the echos of my own voice. Then, I heard footsteps. But not the kind that were the friendly, like,”I’m coming to rescue you,” more-”GET ON THE GROUND!!!” My thoughts were interrupted by the guard, actually three guards, storming toward me, rifles in hand. Without thinking, I held up the pistol, and shot three times, and after, I see all the guards lying on the floor, bullets through their hearts, blood spilling onto the cold concrete floor. I run back into the room Skyler put me in and took all the guns, clips, and knives I could carry. I knew that I would need them in the coming days.