Publisher's blurb: The foul stench of sewage is almost overwhelming down here, stinging both your nostrils and your eyes. Coupled with it’s brightly green glowing water and the incessant drip, drip, drip of water passing through drains before a sudden swoosh of fouled liquids pouring out of some hole from above keeps you on guard, that would be of course, if you weren’t already on guard for what you’d come here to kill. Wooden planks, some rotted badly, have been slung over the creeks of filth making makeshift walk ways and crumbling walls clutter the thin walkways, covering the floors and crates that have been left behind. Some storage areas contain many crates, however over time those have either been raided or rotted themselves, leaving behind quite disgusting remains.