Darryl turned his head from side to side, trying to see if he could make anything out in the darkness. He couldn't. The tunnels were completely devoid of any light. He tried to slow his breathing down so that he could listen to see if he could at least hear some noises around him. It was quiet in the tunnel. The shouting was gone. The sound of the footsteps chasing after him was gone. All Darryl could hear was the sound of dripping water and the squeaking of rats. He held his breath to see if he could hear anything else. There were other sounds far off in the distance. They were strange sounds, unlike anything Darryl had ever heard before. He assumed that it was merely the wind whistling through the tunnels but he couldn't be sure. He reached out and touched the wall next to him. He wanted to be sure that it was still there, that he was still somewhere. He felt the cold, wet concrete under his palm.