I plunged straight down.

In the darkness, I scrabbled at any structure that would slow my fall. I doubled over as a pipe slammed into my gut. Or more like my gut slammed into the pipe. Pain shot through me, darkness enshrouded my vision, not because of the pain, but because it was pitch black.

I fell off of the pipe gasping for breath, as soon as I could gasp, I hit water.

Not really water, but like sludge, I inhaled a crap load. Then my head went under. The little gear I was wearing was weighing me down.

I flailed at the sludge, my head broke the surface. I sucked in a breath of air, and choked, the acrid smell of smoke cut through my nostrils.

I began to regain my "cool" and assessed the situation.

I had my gear, my weapons,my ammunition, and my life. For how long, I was unsure. I switched on the flashlight on my shoulder. Looking around, there was a small nook to my left. I began swimming towards the nook. I reached the nook and pulled myself up into it.

I set to shaking and wiping off as much sludge as I could. After about five minutes, I got off as much as I could. I just hoped to god that this crap wouldn't harden in the joints of my armor.

I sat back and just thought about my situation. No food, no water, and no teammates. As a precaution, I switched my light off.

"DIE MOTHER FUCKERS" I heard someone scream from about maybe, four or five stories above, the voice sounded female. I watched a light flare up and swell, then a figure, back grounded by the light, jump at the water,then an explosion sounded, but she never made it. She got entangled in wires, I switched my light on, just in time to see that she was upside down. And an object fell, which, I guessed was her knife.

Necromorphs dropped down around her. I leveled my rifle, drawing a bead on a necromorph in mid flight, I pulled the trigger. There was only so much I could do from here.

I decided to take a chance and go and help her out. Strapping my rifle across my shoulders and drawing my dagger, I ran forward and dove into the pool of sludge. I came up for air and began swimming, dagger in hand, towards the girl in the wires. I felt a hand grab my boot. All of a sudden I was pulled underneath the sludge. Twisting my body around, I stabbed repeatedly, after about thirty seconds of struggling with assailant, my lungs began to burn. I stabbed one last time, I stabbed at where the throat should have been. It screamed futilely and released me. Returning to the surface, I gasped for breath. I headed off towards the girl again.

I reached the wall closest to the tangle of wires, using my upper body strength, I made my way up to her using the busted pipes and pieces of metal, accidentally slicing my hand open on a jagged piece of steel.

I reached over with my good hand and climbed into the tangle of wires. Where I was at, I could hear her spouting obscenities, non-stop.

"Hey," I called out quietly, "You OK up there?"

I waited for a response, "I guess," she said, just loud enough for me to hear, "I dropped my damn knife, mind helping me out?"

I began to climb again, coming level to her head, I glanced at her, she was actually really pretty. I couldn't think about that now. Eventually the necromorphs would learn to use their heads. Then we would both be screwed.

I came to the wires that were wrapped around her legs. I set to work, sawing at the wires. I cut through three, before realizing, the wires had sliced into her legs. Taking extra care as to not hurt her more than necessary, I set to cutting only the main wires, after freeing one leg, I wrapped my arm around her waist. Flipping her right side up, I made it to where the wires went slack and I could slip her through them.

Once I freed her, I pointed to the water. " Can you swim?" I asked her, she was hurting bad the wires had cut deep.

"No, I never had the need to learn." she said, "Alright," I muttered, "Just hold on." I went and positioned her onto my back and turned my head. "Hold your breath." And I jumped.