Chapter 32

• We burst from the emergency storm drain into the gray, dead light of the city surface, gasping for air like drowning victims.
• The world was a shock to the system. After days in the dark, the pale, overcast sky was blinding. The open space was dizzying. The silence was deafening after the constant roar of explosions and the screams of the dying.
• We stood in a heap on the cracked pavement, a miserable, battered collection of survivors, covered in the filth and the horror of the tunnels.