I feel them within, awaiting our next hunger. I feel a need to explore our new home. I look about at the cracked foundation, smelling the odors. Some are deep, but not enough for my purpose. There are other ways of egress, if one knows. I look over the furnace, dilapidated, rusty, perfect. The door seems welded with rust. It is still connected though, this will not do. There is a slight odoriferous whiff of my prey. I follow my nose, it never lies. I can barely make out the old sewer drain line. It was probably for a washer long ago. A nice four inch rusted pipe in the concrete covered with a metal plate. I retrieve a screwdriver and a hammer and chisel. In minutes it is no more. I remove my suit laying it upon a broken chair that was destined for a trash heap years ago and forgotten. I start looking at the hole, more than sizable enough.I begin rearranging my body, compressing my form 2008-07-04 20:05:35 Jake rolls 6 dice to Rats Head 10,9,6,7,8, 10,1,8 (6 successes) I easily slip through into the sewers.