It Novel Sewer Scene Novels & Stories

Gladys who was leading the group by crawling at the front through the narrow tunnel on the edge of the gutter which flowed with filthy sewage water beside them, teased -"You could taste it and find mout." Yin snorted and continued crawling, with Florence behind her. "How far do we still have to go? We have been crawling in this thing like forever," Florence asked in discomfort. The smell of the sewage was beginning to get to her. "Just a couple of turns and we’ll be there," Gladys replied, knocking a rat into the gutter that had been coming her way from the opposite direction. "And when we get to the parking lot, what do we do?" Florence asked again. "Steal a car," Gladys simply replied.

Swerving from the topic, Sebastian pushed the door open, I followed him inside blindly while listening to her words. Then it suddenly seemed as if her words were echoing, I was hearing her through the phone and... I slowly looked up from my cellphone to the living room ahead to be faced by three familiar pairs of gazes. * *

The key goes into her purse. Sipping my drink slowly now, I turn my attention to the dance floor, watching people on all stages of drunkenness try to dance in the cramped space. Some are dry-humping each other to the music while others are flailing their hands like traffic regulators but each one is having the best time of their life. "I'm going to the bathroom," Eve yells into my ear. "Need to pee." I stand up with her because I'm not about to let her go alone by herself and meet an idiot or someone who doesn't understand the word "No."

Her legs stopped trembling as she took in the sight in front of her. Not knowing what time is it. She became anxious of what to do upon seeing the unfamiliar massive dark portal that floated just above the ground and stretched up high in the sky like a skyscraper. She never knew anything about a black portal that emits red thunders crackling near it. Seolurrie clenched her hand in her chest as she finds it hard to breath with all the dark magic covering the whole field. The place was filled with stench of a dead rat for some unknown reason.

“I don’t think you’re up for it, but the only way besides that train is underground: the sewer.” Maxill looked with disgust, while Juste didn’t mind getting drenched in sludge. “About to quit bloodhunt?” Juste then was challenging Maxill, glaring at him with a smirk. “Over my dead body.” Maxill was in it for the glory of solving the cure. They found their way to the small entrance of the sewers. Juste led them using his strong olfactory gift. “Yup, this is the entrance. I don’t even get this weird kind of smell, yuck.” Juste was used to burying their waste material on the ground.

My grip failed. I plummeted into the dark. I hit the bottom of the chute with a bone-shattering crash, my body rolling through a rusted iron grate and splashing violently into six inches of freezing, stagnant water. I lay there for a moment, gasping for air, the rancid stench of sulfur, fuel, and chemical waste filling my lungs. The subterranean drainage system beneath Sector Four was a labyrinth of echoing tunnels and dripping pipes, illuminated only by the faint, sickly green glow of emergency backup lights.

He closed the door as soon as I fell face first on the concrete. I sat up and leaned on the nearest wall my hand could reach.The room was too dark, not a single light penetrated inside. I couldn't see a thing, not even my hands when I held them up on my face. It was also too quiet that ringing sound tormented my ears. The smell of urine and human wastes circled the room, air seems to be scarce too. I forced myself not to gag and held my breath inside my chest until I could no more. I didn't even bother to cover my nose. I welcomed the smell like they were fresh flowers on the first day of spring.

She gagged, choking on the foulness. Both Eve and Carla convulsed and retched, but their attackers showed zero mercy, relentlessly dumping barrel after barrel of putrid waste onto their heads. What kind of twisted Lunatics were these? Complete maniacs…all of them! Eve and Carla had thought they were kidnapped, but this was something far worse. They'd been ambushed by a squad of sewer workers gone rogue. The relentless assault only ceased once the last drop of filthy sludge had been poured out.

The air in the city’s gullet was a physical presence, a foul, viscous cocktail of rust, decay, and the chemical burn of industrial runoff. It coated the tongue and clung to the back of the throat. Jack moved through the oppressive, dripping darkness of the main sewer conduit, a ghost navigating the city’s forgotten veins. Far above, the rumble of night traffic was a distant, muted pulse, the heartbeat of a world that had no idea what lurked beneath its feet. Down here, the only sounds were the rhythmic drip of unseen condensation and the soft, deliberate scuff of his boots on slick, slime-coated concrete.

I just kept running. My legs ached, and my lungs burned, but I pressed on. The alley narrowed, forcing me to dodge trash cans and leap over puddles. A sewer grate appeared in front of me, its metal cover slightly open. Without a second thought, I knelt down and slipped into the darkness, the cover creaking shut behind me. The sudden stillness wrapped around me like a blanket. I lay there, breathing heavily, straining to hear any signs of someone following. Water dripped through the sewer, reverberating off the concrete walls.