Fleeing Squatters

The homeless people from before had all exited the tunnels by now, and were running top side, screaming, "Monsters! There are monsters in the tunnels!"

Most people just bolted across the streets, avoiding the crazy-talking homeless people with all their might. But the wandering cops on the streets couldn't do the same.

Stopping some of them as they ran by, with their hands raised in a sign of peace, they got him to talk.

"Please, sir, calm down. Explain what you mean by monsters. And where exactly in the tunnels?"

The bewildered person they stopped was an old man, who the simple action of running top side had already exhausted. The old man stopped for a moment, taking in a few gulps of air, before explaining in between gasps.

"In the tunnels… Three monsters! They transformed… right before our eyes! One of them even caught fire!"

The pair of police officers looked at the old homeless man with a strange look.