Snippet #2060997

"Damn! Do I HATE those dead things!" Camille cursed as she went down the little tight ladder. As she hit the soft floor she could hear rats squeeck. She searched her pocket and found the little lighter she was using to light her cigarettes. The little flame was a welcoming sight in the dark. She could see things move outside of the light. Rats... I hope. "We have to be fast. There could be dead things inside, washed away into the system whit heavy rains." Camille triend not to breath deeply. The smell down hear was as bad as the smell of 100 walkers... But where to go?