*Sits down on a bench*
Why am I back here, of all the places?

*it echos across the room*

This place brings back so many memories, ones that I don't want to remember.
*A memory is remembered, it shows Cam, A little more stern, guiding inklings to a train cart while he shoots at something off screen*

*You see a pink liquid on the walls*

Is that ink?

*The ink ripples and there is a figure holding on*
???: You sure this is safe
??? (In the ink): Hold on

*Pulls out one of my modified Desert Eagles*
Whatever you are trying to do, cease or I will fire, I can see the ink and I can hear you, so show yourselves.

*They show themselves*
https://i.imgflip.com/5lso9a.jpg
??? (Left): We are trying to get on the surface
??? (Right): Yeah

The surface is a hellscape now, Anime Cartel caused it all to go wrong.

Seven and Crusader: ?

*Picks up a newspaper dating three days after first infection occurred*
This incident was labeled as the 'Inkopolis Incident'.

Crusader: Sh*t
Seven: Huh

The surface is chocked full of undead and Octoling mutants, nothing much up there than broken hopes and failed rescue and firebombing attempts.

Seven: eeek
Crusader: We aren't trying to go there, we are trying to get on the other surface

That is the surface, its hell. Nobody is alive up there.

Cowboy: well great

Rose: . . ah.. *gets a headache, and sits on one of the benches* ..wherever I am..it's nowhere close to home..