The left tunnel narrowed almost immediately.
Chen kept Skyy close as they moved deeper inside, their wet clothes clinging uncomfortably to their bodies. The cold air Liang Wei had mentioned came in faint currents from somewhere ahead, brushing against their damp skin. It was enough to tell Chen that they were at least moving toward another opening.
That was about the only reassuring thing about the place.
The water behind them had grown quiet again, but Chen didn't trust the silence. Every so often, he glanced over his shoulder, half expecting to see something crawling after them from the darkness. Their flashlights barely reached far enough to illuminate the curving walls, old electrical boxes, and rusted pipes running alongside the tracks.
