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With help from the map and the batteries in his flash light, Jason navigated the tunnels with much more ease. Having a clue of where he was going,  that you were not lost, calmed him. He went on cautiously however and kept his guard up. There was a lot more things down there, too many for just a small camp like the one he came across to account for. There was more down here than just a few survivors and Jason didn't want to figure out. The gunshots he heard before were still in his mind, he still proceeded with caution, watching his every step and the path before him , as well as behind him. The last thing he needed was to get shot in a miserable smelling place as these tunnels. 

 As he went on there was a point where he could hear other voices. He could not make out what they saying or where they came from but he was sure they were from people, that he wasn't going insane hearing things. Jason assumed that these were the voices of those Survivors he heard fighting not too long ago and decided to continue quietly. He had no clue where they were but if he could hear them maybe they could hear him and they, having just finished with whatever skirmish, may be still be in "shoot first loot later " mode. As silently as he could, Jason moved on stopping only to look over his shoulder and navigate the tangled Web of tunnels with the makeshift map.

 Eventually, after some time of wandering in dark, he eventually came across a stream. He took a knee, checked the map looked to see if he was on course to the surface, and then filled up his canteens. There was a possibility that this water was filthy but that didn't matter to Jason. He was used to drinking filthy water, and even if it was clean,  his shitty immune system would let him down one way or another.

"Just a little more.". He told himself and arose to continue. A ways from where he found this stream of water, He found stairs that led up.

 "This must be the exit I'm looking for.". He said and did not think twice about what was up there. No longer concerned with noise discipline,  he walked right up the old rickety, damaged stairs, unknowingly heading to the guarded camp of the very people he had avoided in the tunnels.