Novel & Cerita Tunnels

Adrian exclaimed, taking a closer look. Asa chuckled. "While searching for Livia, we accidentally discovered something that could be used as a game-changer. Before I get into that, what do we know so far?" Heath raised his hand. "We know this city is built on tunnels; most have been deemed unsafe and nonassessable over time, but three remain functional." "That's the kicker. The tunnels run for miles throughout the city, maybe the entire state, but we will get to that later. What else do we know?" Poet corrected.

"We’re going to use the Sub-Directory." I looked at Xander, a surge of adrenaline overwriting my exhaustion. "There’s an ancient, high-bandwidth tunnel—a Tunneling Protocol—that runs directly through the earth's crust from this node to the Greenland core. It hasn't been used in ten thousand years. It’s dangerous, it’s unstable, and it’s probably filled with more 'Daemons' than the one we just killed." Xander’s hand slid from my shoulder to the back of my neck, his thumb tracing my jawline. It was a possessive, grounding touch.

Not everything was bathed in darkness - there were relatively dim lights that hung on the tunnel ceilings every twenty meters or so. Those lights were also present at every turn and fork they came across, which helped them navigate the tunnel system. And as they walked, they dispatched the few random patrols they came across, and hid their bodies in the darkest corners. The tunnels themselves were precisely cut out of the various stone and minerals in the dirt itself, which was structurally held up by titanium bracing every five or so meters. They branched out in every direction, and often ascended up or down as they got deeper.

Beyond it, hidden beneath a ridge of rock and forest, was the entrance to the old bunkers. Naelle could feel her pulse in her throat. She glanced at Sang-woo. He nodded once. That was all she needed. They crossed the river silently, their shadows merging with the night. The entrance revealed itself as little more than a crack in the earth, half-hidden by vines and rusted metal. But the moment they stepped inside, the air changed. It was colder, sharper. The kind of air that carried screams. --- The tunnels wound endlessly, their walls carved from stone and reinforced with steel. They walked single file, Devin leading with a flashlight. The silence was suffocat

"It's Victorian. Look at the brickwork. It's too nice for a sewer." "It wasn't just a sewer," Jack said, his new eye scanning the darkness. To his mutated vision, the tunnel wasn't pitch black. It was a grayscale landscape, lit by the faint bio-luminescence of algae and the heat signatures of rats scuttling in the cracks. "My great-grandfather used these tunnels during Prohibition to move whiskey. Then during the Cold War, they were retrofitted as fallout shelters." "And now," Marcus grunted, checking his motion tracker, "they're a highway for God knows what."

Leaving my chances up to fate I carefully make my way down the rusty ladder, and once I got to the last stair, jumped down. I landed in a crouch below before rising to my feet. Pointing the torch to the walls, I found 2 light switches and turned them on, and to my surprise, the tunnels lit up immediately. The tunnels are a lot larger than I expected them to be, built with clay and plaster that filled the interstices and revetted the entire face of the sealing walls. Over the sealed covers, incised as coverings are plastered bricks for closure. There are endless passages and walkaways with high archways, and I didn’t know which o

“What the hell radar does she have that can spy all the way out there?” “She made it. Anyway, we think we found tunnels out there. You wanted to know how they were getting the kids in and out across international lines without raising the alarm right. Well, we think there are lots of places like the catacombs that interconnect, and this might be one of them.” “What does this have to do with my books? I don’t recall reading anything like this before.”

I took the lead and Calla was right behind me, while Fenric was the last person despite him insisting that he took the lead. Soon, the trees gave way to rock as we slipped into the narrow opening, an almost invisible crack in the stone face that dropped steeply downward. The tunnel swallows us whole. It smelled of damp water, the air thick with disgusting smell and stale. I had to crouch low, my shoulder scraping against stone as we crawled forward. The darkness was thick and we could only see through with the help of the faint light Fenric had given me. “How far?” Calla muttered. “Far enough.” I replied. “These tunnels were built for emergencies and only few

Marcel pointed to Morgan, his finger resting on an intersection of very old piping on his laptop. "That secret tunnel you mentioned? What is it? Is it not complicated inside?" Morgan asked. "It’s an underground maintenance tunnel, not a secret at all. Lorenzo hired a local team to create a new entrance to the old bunker via this tunnel. It is the weakest entry point, but it will still be guarded," Marcel replied. "How many guards? Are they cheap security?" "A dozen at the entrance, and maybe thirty inside. But we won't go through the main entrance. We'll go through the water pipe system. We only need three people. You, me, and one more," Marcel stated.