As your peer up awkwardly from the rough surface of the glistening basins water to the giant smooth ass of the Red head you begin to panic when she stands up, wipes and pulls up her trousers without so much as looking down into the toilet. Despite this fear your even more afraid to alert her to you presence for worry of what she'll do to you. Then she leans over the toilet, granting you one last look at her gorgeous leather clad figure before she presses the lever and flushes the toilet. As the water spins violently around you, you take a deep breath and prepare for the plunge and only seconds later the current pulls you under and down into the pipes below. Swirling around in the dark water your world fades to black and you lose consciousness.
You awake to the freezing cold air on your naked body, and the stench that comes with it. The place reeks of it and only moments of opening your eyes and blurry vision you realize your in the sewers. Its wet, and the water icy, with a chilly breeze filtering through the stinking underground tunnels, completely dark save for the odd bit of light peering through tiny cracks from above. You have no idea what to do. Standing up, you scrape some of the grime off your skin and begin walking across the cold, slimy stone in a direction though you have no idea where your going in this pitch labyrinth, its dark corners leading you nowhere. After a little while of walking you start shivering, the cold has really gotten to you and you joints start to stiffen making it difficult to carry onward. Then, some way behind you you hear footsteps, quick, as if scurrying. Slowly turning around your faced with the horrific sight of glistening fur, twinkling in the gloom, that of a rat twice your size bearing down on you. Despite your weak condition you make an effort to run, and you almost out run it briefly but then stumbling in the darkness leads you to a dead end. Turning to face your doom, closing your eyes you only hope it will be quick. You take in one last deep breath.
But after a few seconds with your eyes close you realize it has gone silent, and slowly prying your eyes open lets you see the big dead rat laying only feet away, with a spear pierced through its head. And that's when you notice the next thing, there is light. A warm orange glow around you, then a tap on your shoulder makes you turn to greet a group of people, the same size as you.
"Hello,"
Minutes later your sitting around a makeshift fire in the dim tunnel, put together with matches for firewood and lit by tiny pieces of flint. Around is the group who saved you, three people, all dressed in makeshift clothes and whom were kind enough to give you a cloak and sewn trousers to wear. Across from you on the other side of the fire is Michael, leader of the group, carrying a large spear made from pins and string, wearing various robes and cloth's, as well as a large pouch for keeping food. On your left is Jack, who carries a bow and arrow, he wears a lightweight clothing and hood. To your right is Alice, carrying a small dagger under her cloak with a satchel containing custom medicines tied to her belt and skirt. Michael leans over the fire toward you.
"The witch got you too then?" he asks, his worn face showing age and experience with its ragged blond hair and scars but his rugged appearance is accompanied by a warm smile that comforts you.
"Yes, how long have you been down here?" you ask, worried what answer may follow.
"I've been down here maybe two months. Jacks been down here half that and we found Alice last week," answers Michael, introducing the group again. "There were others but they weren't as lucky as you."
A moment of awkward silence follows as the group remembers horrible events, events you hope you'll never have to see.
"Is there a way back to normal?" you inquire hopeful.
"Yeah, sure but there is only one place to get it and its not somewhere you want to go," interrupts Jack, shattering your optimism.
Jack has a younger face than Michael but he is much dirtier, and hasn't shaven as much as Michael, his hair overgrown and grimy, matching his stained clothes.
"Jack is talking about the cure to shrinking, and I've known for weeks where to go to get it," Michael explains, trying to lift spirits.
"So come on, it can't be that bad, where is it?" you ask again.
"The woman who shrunk us, she's a witch and her home is where to find a cure," Michael replies, throwing another match on the fire.
"Then lets go," you say, trying to rouse their effort.
Jack steps in again.
"Oh yeah dumb-ass, we'll just walk right in there and take shall we? In case you haven't noticed we're five inches tall and she's guarding it. Its impossible."
"Jack, enough," orders Michael. "we share your pain but getting that cure is just as Jack said, impossible."
You stand up, outraged.
"So that's it, you'll just give up?!"
"Now, listen its not like-,"
"What does it matter? Would you rather sit around in these horrible sewers for the rest of your life or do you want to go back to your old life?!" you plead, trying to persuade them to help you.
"Its not as simple as that, we would need to-,"
Michael is interrupted by Alice, who up until now had remained silent, avoiding attention.
"He's right," begins her soft voice, as you turn to her. "Why not just risk it, what have we got to lose?"
You see her properly for the first time, her dirty brown hair does little to hide her lovely face, bright features are given a warm glow by the fire light as her pale blue eyes twinkle in the dark.
"Hello, our lives? We could die trying to get that cure!" Jacks comments again.
"And would that be any different from staying down here?" questions Michael, standing too. "I'm with him, we all are Jack, so we're going to get that cure or die trying. With or without you."
The groups attention is focused on Jack as he grumbles.
"What's it gonna be?"
"Fine!" he reluctantly accepts, standing up too. "Lets go get ourselves killed."
The group had been walking for about an hour now, flaming torches in hand, marching through the damp dark tunnels. Micheal's large body leading as your guide in the darkness whilst Jack's scrawny figure follows behind him, whilst you hang back with Alice. Her delicate frame is slender but graceful, you admire the way she presses through the darkness with a reserved confidence.
"So how will we know which chemical or potion is the cure?" you quiz Alice, hoping for a solid answer.
"I know what the chemical that shrunk us was made of so I should be able to discern a cure. I'm a doctor," she says, making clear the plan and why she has the medical supplies.
"You were a doctor? What about Michael and Jack?"
"Michael was a businessman, didn't say much else about it. Jack never said, I think he's embarrassed or something, why, what did you do before all this?" she asks you in turn.
You explain a little about your office background and desk job, furthering small talk until Michael halts the group.
"We're here,"
You've halted in front of a large grating, while large to you, which Jack promptly unscrews with a small blade. With the grating open you all help tp lift it and push it aside before peering inside.
Through the grating you are greeted with the towering interior of a ground floor, luxurious apartment hallway, with three doors and the apartment entrance. Its red walls and doors rising high above, intimidating. However the fact no lights are on suggest an empty house.
"Look's like nobodies home," comments Jack. "Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all."
Michael turns to the group.
"Ok, it looks like we've got three options, and for safety I think we should all stick together." he briefs, the new found light illuminating and highlighting the scars and wear of his face. "So where should we start our search?"
