CHAPTER 36
A FEW FEET in, the pipe curved to the right and my world turned pitch black. Something skittered over my leg, and I resisted the urge to swipe at it, not that I had the room to sit up even if I wanted to. As I got deeper, the muffled gunfire outside faded. Would this be my tomb? I carried on crawling through pools of fetid water, pulling myself forward on my elbows, deeper into the unknown. How far did this duct go, and more to the point, what would I find at the other end? Was it leading me away from hell or closer to the inferno?
While I inched along, I had plenty of time to contemplate what the f**k I was doing there. Why, when my bank accounts ended in more zeros than those of some countries, was I slithering through rat piss when I could be having a pool party or shopping
