Kyle had scrambled a search party and fully armed with gas masks, automatic rifles and knifes the five of them headed out to the search. With him was him wife, a young girl of Eastern heritage and three of the soldiers of Staicey’s army. Tension rose as they left Sector nine and passed the first (or last) security outpost. Sector nine was open but guarded by their army as a buffer zone. After that, section 10 and 11 were disease free.<br/><br/>The screams of people in pain got louder and panic and cries soon echoed through the sewers. Section eight was relatively quiet as was seven. The real mess started at Six. That was the furthest they ever got as behind that, the sewers turned into hell. Deformed children, born in diseases mutated into the most horrific creatures and they would soon be outnumbered. Luckily for them, the drop hatch from the Dome was in Sector Seven. It was there where Kyle heard something. A small weak sound but he knew where it came from. He and his wife came from the same place. Quickly he guided his team to the drop hatch and soon found the source of the sound.<br/><br/>A wounded man sat on the ledge and Kyle commanded his team to secure the area for rogue Diseased or other beings lurking in the sewers. He and his wife sat at him.<br/>“How long have you been down here?”<br/><br/>If he had been here for longer than a day, in his state he would be infected and they would do him the favor of ending his misery. Had he just dropped they would take him and run some tests on him to see if he was infected or not.<br/>