Thankfully, the chains coiled around the hook rapidly making a black cushion that stopped me from crashing face-first into the concrete.

The metallic chains somehow became softer than cotton as I landed against them, and soon the skill disabled itself.

It still didn't enter cooldown as the notification hadn't appeared. It seems I still have some time to use it again.

I hurried across the church's roof and looked at the street, the people of the church were hurriedly going down the manhole, but they clearly weren't fast enough, there were many still out, and whoever was going down wasn't doing it fast enough.

A few undead were also coming their way.

I jumped from the church's roof and landed on top of an unaware undead, as I used him to soften my fall.

I rolled forward and hurried towards the group.

"Hurry! THE FUCK! UP!" I shouted as more undead were coming their way.

I shot forward towards the closest undead, ripping his head off with my sword, then charged towards another.

The group hurried as much as they could but at this rate, we'll have a few casualties.

I continued fighting against the undead close to the manhole but more were coming and we'll be surrounded in no time.

Michael was doing a great job using his rifle as he blasted the head off of any undead that came too close. Any other smaller gun wouldn't have done much damage, but his rifle's Calibur was thankfully large enough to take them down on point blank. But a rifle alone wasn't going to save him, not even an automatic rifle could because these undead seems to have gained the ability to become immune to bullets as showcased by a few that were shot in the head and rose back up as if nothing had happened.

There were more than six or seven more trying desperately to get into the sewers, but the undead were too close.

I then used the hook skill again, this time I grabbed the hook and had it go right through the tunnel's cover.

"DUCK EVERYONE!" I shouted then yanked the manhole towards the nearest undead group. Then I spun around myself, causing the inertia to do the rest.

Michael understood what I was about to do and immediately shouted for everyone to go under. Which they did reluctantly, but thankfully fast enough

One man, however, was too slow on the uptake and Michal threw himself over the old man causing him to drop low enough for my chain to go right above his head.

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The chain and manhole tore through the undead group as if they were made from soft styrofoam.

This gave us a few more seconds to work with, which the group thankfully used to the best of their ability.

They rushed down, one after another and some of them even decided it would be best to throw themselves inside instead of using the metalic stairs.

Though the drop was painful it was far better than being killed.

Michal went down after making sure everyone was down, and I followed after him and yanked the chain down, causing the manhole that was pinned to the edge to follow the chain and snap right on top of us, closing the sewers shut.

[The skill {Grappling Hook} has entered cooldown]

A notification came to inform me of the skill's duration being over, and then the chains immediately dissolved back into my hand.

[You're close to experience the signs of {Dark Hunger}]

'Shit, this again. The hand just consumed a dozen undead,' I cursed.

Thankfully it was just the signs of it, not the real crippling hunger.

So I was still good to go.

I turned my flashlight on and made sure that everyone was there.

"Good, I guess we made it," I said.

Everyone seemed rather happy and was cheering, but I had to cut that out, "Shut up," I said.

"You'll draw attention, though we're technically safe from the undead, they can still see us. Anyway, let's move," I said

"If you have flashlights, or your phones, use them to light the way, stay close, and if you hear anything or see anything out of the ordinary make sure to notify us, but most importantly, stay close!" I gave the call and then headed out.

I then made my way between the group and headed out to the front.

Michal followed after me immediately.

"That was an interesting thing you have, what is that?" he asked.

"It's a skill, something you'll learn from the system once you have it, anyway. A reason to push everyone to gain contribution points, and means and tools to survive," I said as we moved forward.

"I can guide us to a safe spot, but I don't know if the sewers have been infested with the undead yet, so we'll need to make it fast, keep everyone moving," I gave the order, and Michael though older than my current age, followed without a question.

It was a trait of his, he has the nastiest personality, but when someone 'proves' themselves, Michael can listen to orders, if only that usually lasted for at most an hour.

Our journey through the sewers thankfully was uneventful. We kept on moving for hours, and I seriously was impressed with the sewer system, not the smell mind you.

We were knee-deep in shit, and moving was pretty hard, but we still moved forward, slowly but surely we moved.

We had a few jumpscares, but they were all from people who had something touching their legs, it was the sewers so of course, it was full of random crap.

"I heard that there are crocodiles in the city sewer system," Michael said.

"You think a crocodile would be willing to swim through shit and piss? No, also if crocodiles were here that'll be the least of our worries, lets's keep moving," I said as I moved up ahead.

I was following a map in my hand, and we seemed to be making great progress to the safe zone.

Until we arrived at a crossed section of the sewer system.

I then heard something plopping from our left, and when I pointed my flashlight.

"Oh C'mon! for real?!"

"Ah…told you," Michael said as he saw what I was seeing.

It was a crocodile, not your regular-sized one. One that was so massive in size I was surprised this thing could even exist.

And it was looking at us, rather…greedily.