Day, 1:46PM

Saitama wandered through the strange underground base he stumbled upon after dealing with the monsters on the street and stumbling over a pothole. The place reeked, but he expected as much since he was in the sewers. The stench seemed to go on forever, just like his boredom. Even after beating those monsters, he still craved more action down here.

Ugh, this place stinks. Just another boring stroll through the sewers.

The whole trip felt like it would never end, with the tunnels stretching out endlessly before him. Despite the rush from defeating the monsters earlier, he couldn't shake off the feeling of being utterly bored. It was like he needed more than just one fight to keep him entertained, so he kept searching for something else to do.

There's gotta be something interesting down here

He consistently scanned the dim passageways for any signs of excitement.

Maybe another monster, or some cool stuff hidden away. All I can hear is this clicking sound. It won't go away. It's always getting louder and quieter at the same time. Well, that's the sound I'm following.

He wasn't expecting anyone to follow him down here, but S-Class Heroes? Maybe.

He came to a halt when there were three directions he could take. On the left side, in that direction, it smelt like blood. In the middle, it smelt like flowers, and on the right, there was a scent of soap mixed with clean water.

Left. Bloody scent might be where the bad guys are, so that's where I'm going.

Saitama made a left turn and he was trying to find out what was actually going on the other side of this path. Of course he could have probably recognized what was going to happen if he continued to walk down, but he ended up thinking about other things. His mind was just hazy at that point.

It's starting to smell more of blood. I don't even sense any monsters down here anymore. Am I still going the right way? Genos would've probably been able to scout out the specific location of their hideout.

Saitama took another step and felt the bottom of his foot touch a puddle of water. He might've accidentally stumbled into a different path than he originally intended. Should he continue to walk on, eventually bumping into a door or something for him to open? He took that chance. Another step…followed by another…He was going to reach something somehow.

I think I'm almost there. I can sense it too.

Saitama stopped walking when he bumped into a cement wall. He blinked his eyes and saw that there were bloody markings on it. Regardless of how dark it was, Saitama was still able to see what the markings were trying to tell him: SEWERS EXIT IS CLOSE.

Exit? No way. That can't be right. Welp, I guess I'm getting out of here early then.

Saitama followed the sign that was pointing him towards the exit. There could actually be monsters on the other side of this exit—eagerly waiting for him.

Just the thought of that made him feel a little pumped up, even though he knew all too well that those monsters were going to die in just one punch.

…

2:00PM

Another door was in his way. This time, it was a metal door, and it was very rusty. Saitama, listening for any sort of sound other than the clicking noises that he's been hearing, put his hand on the door knob and started turning. Light beamed at his face, but he didn't care. He looked to the right and saw that there were a lot of abandoned cars—most of them broken down or destroyed.

Where am I? I could've sworn that I sensed some monsters…or something. Dang, did I really walk that far? The city looks absolutely nothing like the one I was just in.

Saitama checks his clothes to make sure that he still has everything on. He does. He takes a couple of steps down and starts walking out of the sewer tunnel. As he was walking out of the tunnel, he noticed that the cars weren't just broken down, but they were practically blocking any further entry from the opposite path of the tunnel.

It looked like the only way to go through was by opening the door that Saitama had just walked out of.

Eh. I could always just clear a path for anyone that needs it. But seriously, I'm lost…

Saitama sees a group of sluggish people standing not far away. They're just standing and making weird noises. They don't have any enthusiasm and interest in the other people around them. Most of them are wearing torn clothes and have blood all over their bodies. Even weirder, the clothes they were wearing just weren't familiar to the clothes that everyday citizens might've worn.

I should go ask someone for directions. Surely, they could point me back to my city.

Saitama started jogging, and while he was going past a bus, a citizen started smashing their head against the bus windows. Saitama stood there, bewildered at why they were doing this. The person continued to bash their head against the window until they broke it, causing a loud noise.

All around Saitama, more and more civilians showed up. Where were they coming from? Some of them might've come from underneath the vehicles, but the general idea was the same: they were gaining in on him.

Since when did I get this much fan service? I know Genos had a lot of fans, but I never thought these people would actually be interested in me. Is this what recognition feels like?

Saitama didn't bother to stop them, but as they got closer, he could smell their terrible breath. Also, in general, they smelt horrible. When was the last time they've taken a shower or even brushed their teeth?

The citizens around him were trying to grab every part of his body, but Saitama stood there, unfazed. One of the citizens opened their mouth, yellow teeth clearly showing, in an attempt to bite his shoulder.

Hey? What is this, a vampire prank?

"Uhh, excuse me, but could you please back off just a bit." Saitama said, not really paying attention to the civilians who were behind him. Because he was sort of annoyed, he decided to just shove past them, but one of them had gotten a hold of his white cape.

Oop. Don't want that to get torn.

Saitama spins around and pushes the civilian away. The civilian goes flying towards a car and creates a massive dent on the vehicle. More of the civilians are now surrounding Saitama. Soon, a horde would form around him.

There are way too many people that are interested in me.

"Hey, can you speak?" Saitama asked.

"UGHFGDHDHDClLLL." The civilian said in response, showing its yellow teeth.

That's nasty. Maybe all of them are on drugs or something.

Saitama casually shoved past the potential horde of civilians and started walking down the road. As he was walking, he could already spot areas that smelt like piss, garbage, and rotten food. The places that had smelt like rotten food were usually the small stores that Saitama had never seen in his life.

Ignoring the multitude of civilians that were trying to press him, he stumbled upon one shop that supposedly had food signs all over it.

Huh, this looks interesting. Oh, what's this?

While he was trying to read the words that were displayed on the top of the food shop, he heard someone cry for help. Knowing him, he turned his attention away from the food shop and looked around for the person that was calling.

Saitama continued to push through idle civilians. He casually jumped on top of a truck vehicle and did a full 360 degree turn to scan the area. On his estimation, he could say that there were probably about one-hundred of these drug-induced civilians roaming around this entire avenue.

I think I managed to figure out where that cry was coming from.

Saitama got off the truck, making sure that his white cape didn't get stuck or anything, and continued to jog with the sun beaming down on his face.

…

2:15PM

Saitama was definitely in a poor area. In fact, he was probably on a poorer street than the one he used to live on in City Z. The air was misty with a constant smell of rot and decay. It only worsened due to the fire and smoke that could've been coming in all directions. Out here, there were also piles of dead birds and blood splattered all over the ground. Civilians, most of them wearing torn and dirty clothes, would kneel and feast on the guts of dead civilians nearby. Just—pure disgust.

Meh…I might've seen worse. These people really are on some kind of drug it seems.

Standing on top of a chawl house, Saitama had finally reached the section of the slums where a civilian was presumably calling for help. The only problem was the horde. There were so many civilians idling next to each other, and funny enough, when Saitama had arrived, the horde had all turned their heads at the same time to look at Saitama and stook out their arms.

Intent was key here, because to Saitama, it seemed like they just wanted to give him a hug, but it could very well be something entirely different—like cannibalism, for example.

I don't want to accidentally hurt them. Hmmm…oh, I know, I'll just tell them to move out of the way.

"HEY! UH…could you guys make way?" Saitama asked.

The horde responded with a growl, almost similar to the growl of an animal. To Saitama, all of them acted like animals, and it's not like the entire city could've been drugged, right? So why can't they talk, and why are they eating each other?

I guess I'll just have to move them out of the way.

As Saitama landed a couple of feet from the rooftop of the chawl house on the street, he saw someone wearing a hazmat suit with a bright red oxygen tank attached to their back.

Nice suit.

Saitama shifted his attention to the shop. He had almost forgotten why he was here in the first place. He took another step, turned around, and saw this wear thing on the lid of a broken down car. It had bright red light coming out of it, and it also had wires that were surrounding it. Once again, Saitama was easily distracted.

How does this thing even work?

He was now playing with the circuit on the lid of the car even though a horde of civilians tried pulling him away. He became a bit frustrated that he couldn't get this thing to work. Could it even work in the way he thought it could?

Hmmm…oh, where was I? Right, that shop. Can't get too distracted.

When Saitama had let go of the circuit on the lid of the vehicle, the vehicle started making noises. LOUD noises. He was confused because he didn't think he had done anything in particular to make the vehicle react like that other than examining a few circuits on the lid.

Oh, are they attracted to sound? Because more of them seem to be coming in my direction. Man, how long do drugs last again?

Saitama tried to ignore the approaching civilians on the opposite side of the vehicle, but he couldn't. There was this one civilian that he heard screaming non-stop. And even worse, it was the only one that Saitama had seen running instead of walking.

Guess drugs can make you run too…

The civilian jumped up and tried tackling Saitama, but Saitama had just stood there light a brick wall. Its velocity meant nothing to him. The civilian got back up and started to scratch Saitama's face, only for its nails to rip off. In an act of desperation, the civilian tried biting Saitama's neck, but its teeth broke as well.

"AUAGSHSGDHDDFFGG!" The civilian screamed.

"C'mon? Don't you speak any language at all?"

Saitama didn't know what to do. On the corner of his eye, he saw more of the nasty civilians running towards him. Again, he didn't want to hurt them.

I might have but no choice to…

"Hey! You! Over here! Help!" A masculine voice called out from the shop.

Saitama strolled over to the barricaded shop while civilians were being dragged on the ground trying to hold on to Saitama's leg and feet.

"Ummm…hi. I'm Saitama. How can I help?" Saitama asked, while a horde of civilians continued to put pressure on him.