Not Wet
Heading through the mouth of the tunnel, obviously not for the first time, Christopher was waiting to see how soaked he was from all that water that was after him. To say the least, at least a lot of filth should be on him as well. However, when Christopher managed to pull himself up and checked his clothes, they were not wet. He was as dry as mid-summer, with the only source of water being the sweat he gathered from the running. How could that be possible? Was the rushing flood a figment of his imagination? Or could there have been a pit where the water runs into before heading to the entrance?
Not Wet
Desperate
Christopher was now in a lot of pain and could only manage to limp back to his apartment as the running had caused a lot of aching and tension. His head was practically in pain, and his nerves seemed unrepairable at the time. From the look of things, Christopher couldn’t do this on his own and needed a professional’s help to help him achieve the answers he was looking for. There was no way he could simply pack his belongings and leave as this was his home, and he had to do whatever it takes to protect it.
Desperate
