Liz Sherman

"Ow!" I wince when I try to pick up my head. It hurts. Not in that I took a punch to the head sort of way, but in that....I just might have gotten run over by a train sort of way. In a much much worse way than usual.

Whoever, or more probably what ever that was must have knocked me out cold . Was it hours ago, days ago….weeks ago? I have no idea. One minute I was with Red and Abe trying to take out, whatever the hell those things were.... and the next minute I’m…

Where the hell am I? It's so dark and it sure as hell doesn't smell like a sewer. Why do we always end up in sewers, anyway?

"RED!? ABE!?" I shake the fuzz out of my head and reach for my locater. Time for someone to come looking for me. "Great..." I mutter under my breath. Everything on my belt is...gone. No gun, no flashlight, no locater or communicator. Perfect. I'm practically dead in the water.

I let my hand go up so I can see where I am. Trouble is, I have no clue where I am. "Red?" He's a big guy, hard to miss. I hope to hell he didn't get sucked into another dimension like he did that time in Japan. That...never ends well. Still, this can't be worse than a giant spider woman or cannibalistic floating heads, right?