What I found after escaping was worse than anything yet: The bodies of Skyler’s family, and worse, my family, all hung in an abyss of black, under the streets of London. They were all dead. No one could have done this except one person. Skyler. “I’M GOING TO KILL YOU SKYLER!!!” I screamed into the next hallway, where I run from the hate, the hate feuls me. I see him running up ahead and fire the deadliest looking shotgun straight into his skull. After, all I see left of him was fragments of bone and blood, which goes for about a quarter of a mile. I go down the pipe for about twenty more miles, and I see a girl, about my age, nineteen, and she sees me. She stands up and says,”I know that you’re after me. Just arrest me already.” “I’m not here to arrest you,” I say,”but do you want some guns or knives? I don’t have any charge.” “As long as you stay with me and promise to not rat me out,” she adds hastily. Now, I had to find out who this girl was, and why she was down here.