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Squish squish squish Holding her flashlight steady on her companion’s lower back, Wolf desperately tried to ignore the sounds her boots made on the old pipe’s “floor”. She knew it was used as a sewer overflow pipe in the rainy seasons and such, so the bits of extra squish she felt pancake under the heavy steel toes was making her contemplate burning her shoes when they got home. The tunnel was wide, tall enough for even Alex to stand up straight and she could easily walk next to him rather than behind. Wolf looked down at her chest where her GoPro was safely set in it’s harness. This was why she was behind Alex, he would get the exploring footage with his GoPro while she got "the host" and could explore separately from him if they found offshoots. She sighed to herself and let her flashlight pan over some of the walls. The tunnel was brick rather than metal, apparently signaling it was about as old as New York itself. Amazing how well such old architecture held up over the years