Kyle looked at the man stupefied. Now that they were in the clear Section 8, he ordered his men to take off their masks. Miko and him took off their masks too.<br/>“We are just refugees who are trying to make the best out of living here. You can relax. We won’t kill you.”<br/><br/>“Well Nimah,” Miko quietly said. “We are ALL outcast and you know what that means? It means that down here, we are no longer outcast.”<br/><br/>“Come on,” Kyle ordered his men, “let’s go.”<br/>Section 8 was quite large and it took them a good two hours of negotiating turns and small doors before they reached another door.<br/>“This is our home Alten and Nimah. You will be put in quarantine here for a while. Don’t worry about food and water, you’ll get plenty.”<br/><br/>He opened the door and stepped in. The sewers here physically changed. The halls were higher and the smell and screams were gone. It was warm and smelled pleasant. Halfway the long corridor, it was a 1000feet/500meters long hallways, there were stands with goods for sale and music all across. Miko smiled.<br/>“When we did a full medical check up, you will be free to go wherever you want to go.” She guided Nimah and the men to the first room on the right and opened the door. It was an empty room, not too big but good enough for two people. In it was a table and some beds and even a small media corner.<br/>Miko stepped in with the two and helped Alten to a bed and Nimah to a chair. The three men left and closed the door. Then Miko started to rip Alten’s pants away to look at his injury.<br/>“We’ll get you some supplies soon. Let’s first see your injury.”<br/>