It Novel Sewer Scene Novels & Stories

Antonio If I thought getting out this tunnel was going to be easy, then I was mistaken, the tunnel led us to a sewage pipe we must pass through to get to the other side, and I don’t want to mention how we smell right now. This entire experience has taken me back to the time when I was on the streets living like a rat and smelling like one. But even then, I did not smell this way; I am at my worst right now. When we get out on the other side there is a gun pointing a gun at us.

I cum first. Squeeze him. Shake all over. He shoots again. Fills me more. Cum bubbles out. Runs down. I collapse on him. Bodies stick. Wet and gross. Infection complete. I rise. Eyes milky. Urge to spread it. We leave the room. Find more survivors. My pussy hurts but craves more. Zeke follows in and his cock dangles, ready. We hunt together; rape and infect. Horde grows. Screams long gone; only moans left.

His chest heaved as he sprinted along the roof, weaving over gaps, scaling walls, taking every opportunity for higher ground. Emily, her confidence shattered, hesitated. The ground was so far below her, the dark, jagged edges of the sewer entrance just ahead. Without thinking, she leapt into the open manhole, falling into the darkness below. She didn’t care for the ladder—she crashed down, a sharp pain shooting up her legs, but she managed to land without breaking anything. The wet, slimy walls of the sewer enveloped her, and the stench of decay made her stomach churn. The sound of footsteps above echoed in the wet tunnel. She turned and started running through the murky water, the cold seep

Each bar, there would be either empty or has a skeleton with moulds and flies. This place is like a medieval style prison. And an unclean one that is! K Whatever puke on the floor as the smell grows stronger the farther they walk! “Urgh! My poor, poor nose…” Sebastian caressed her back and looked around. This is nothing to him, he’d seen worse… he’d smelled worse. K Whatever grabbed her space bag and look for a thing that would help her cover her nose that is. However, what food and drinks can help? Not giving up, K Whatever turned her bag upside down which shocked Sebastian. Of all things, she could bring, why food?!

Jamal’s POV The lair's entrance shimmered once again as we prepared to depart. I armed with newfound knowledge and determination, stepped into the unknown depths of the sewer. The staff, a beacon to his lost self, awaited in the shadows, ready to unveil secrets that transcended the ordinary realms. Descending into the dark underbelly of the city, I entered the sewer system. The stench was overwhelming, and the flickering light from my torch created eerie shadows that danced along the walls. Water dripped from the ceiling, creating a disconcerting rhythm that echoed through the tunnels.

Parker countered, “and if they try to stops us, then we know is not okay.” “You haves a point.” Riley conceded, leaning forward to tap Sophie on the shoulder. However before she could make contact, Sophie rounded the corner, leading them into a new corner of the sewers. There was a high vaulted ceiling, and an iron bridge over a steady stream of black water. On the other side of the bridge, a teenage boy sat in an ornate chair, watching their approach with bright eyed interest. “What’s this, Sophie?” He asked. His voice was clearly in the middle of transitioning from child to adult, cracking a squeaking awkwardly.

She pauses, I assume for effect, letting me take in the 'accommodation'. We're underground. The smell says that. The walls and floor are concrete. Beside me, the floor drops away to a channel containing an uncertain depth of oozing water. Rusted metal grates obstruct narrow black unknowns: some dry, some trickling into the main channel. Sewers? The light, from a single overhead bulb, marks out the confined space with sharp dark shadows. And set in the wall behind Juliana, towards the ceiling, a camera eye aims at me, a light blinking green.

It seemed like a lagoon or a bay, so he wasn't being carried by the current and force of the flood. Nuel was about to get to him when a tree trunk hit him. We all screamed as he lost control and was being carried to the sewer. The big sewer outside was constructed to prevent an ongoing gully erosion, and it was sure enough to contain Nuel and transport his dead body to a nearby river or something. Yes, his dead body, because the force of the amount of water that was coming into the sewer will definitely be more than enough to send him to an early grave. As we all held our breath thinking that all was lost, he held on to a line attached to the gate of the father's refectory, and never have I

"Milo, don't scare me." I hurled a brick at the ceiling, and the plaster ceiling gave way after just one hit. A cloud of dust came raining down on my face. I reached inside and felt around, but all I felt was more dust. There was nothing up there. I slumped to the floor, surrounded by bricks and plaster chunks. I was trembling from head to toe. Julie crouched beside me, covering her mouth. Tears streamed through the gaps between her fingers. "Milo, where's the gold?"

In her hands, she held a very beat-up copy of ‘Of Mice and Men. “Oh, Harriet! Thank you!” I squeezed my best friend before clutching the book to my chest. She grinned at me before she turned back to run back to where Matt was. I found my feet leading me back towards the creek. Away from the burned buildings, away from the chard remains of the carnival, and away from the dead. The thought of the packhouse was suffocating on a carefree regular day. Now there was over three times the amount of people shoved in there. For some reason, I felt like the creek was where I should be, like something in my gut was pulling me there.