Chapter 8 - THE TUNNEL RUNWe moved through the dark, cold sludge of the drainage tunnels, Elena carried on Silas’s back. The sound of gunfire echoed from the surface above us.

We reached the exit—a rusted iron grate.
"It’s jammed," Silas grunted, trying to force it open.
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I crawled up, my nursing training kicking in—I knew how to handle structural pressure. I found the hinge, grabbed my pry bar, and used it as a lever. With a screech of metal, the grate swung out.
We were out. The private plane was waiting in the field, engines running.