April arrives, outside the party. She doesn't want to be here because he was gonna be. The guy she loved. Joe Fender. April had courted him, thinking something might actually come of it.

             She soon found herself proven wrong. Joe met someone else he liked better. Now she was his girlfriend and April was a memory he chose to forget.

             She enters the room and instinctively her eyes land on Joe, presumably here with Rachel. He's laughing with a crowd, and April wonders how he's so at ease, pretending like he didn't walk away from what they had.

             April judges the distance between where she is and the table, and tries to make a mental note of how many people will try and rope her into conversation. Figuring she'll wait for the crowd to disperse, she goes back outside.

             April walks the sidewalk, not entirely sure she wants to go back in at all. Lost in her thoughts she loses her balance, tripping and falling headfirst into an open manhole.

            She falls hard, emitting a grunt when she hits the concrete. April grabs her head, having just hit it, and stumbles to her feet.

             April remembers that manholes are supposed to have ladders, and quickly looks back at the site of her fall. There isn't one.

            "Help!" She calls. "Help!" But it's no use. April wonders if she'll find another opening down in and decides to keep walking

             As she does, she notices white yarn intricately strung along the walls. A guidance system, perhaps? She wonders. April grips it and follows it around the corner.

            When she reaches the end, however, she screams in utter horror. The end of the corridor is blocked off with a web of the aforementioned string, and hung on it, are human limbs.

             April immediately begins to hyperventilate, backing away and wiping her hands on her pants. She sees the arm wearing a diamond tennis bracelet. Much like the one she remembers Joe buying.

             It hits her immediately. This is Rachel's arm. April looks at the leg, wearing a white high heel. The ankle tattoo says Fender. These are all pieces of Rachel.

             April makes a run for it, but she crashes into someone and hits the ground. The man reaches for her arm, but she jerks it away.

             "Sorry. Didn't mean to hurt you there." He says.

             "Get away from me!" April says, running again. She gets a little further, and hears his voice again.

            "Wait! You're going the wrong way! You're gonna get stuck down here!" He shouts.

              April ignores him, running until she realizes the corridors are connecting into a maze going deeper. With no choice, she stops and walks back, panting.

               She notices the man is about her age, and has a blue mohawk.

              "You killed her, right?" She asks, nodding towards the web.

               "Yes I did." He confirms, not sounding remorseful.

                "Why?"

                 "Because it's what we do down here."

                 "We?" April questions, feeling more fearful.

                 "Those of us who have been forced to live down here."

                 "Forced? Like a shanghai?" April asks, inching closer.

                 "No. Not really. You see, we're carriers of a disease, that affects our way of life. We can't tolerate sunlight and we don't eat food anymore."

                 "How do you stay alive?" She asks, her heart pounding.

                  "Well, our disease makes us crave, should I say, morbid things. Blood, flesh, muscle."

                  "So, you're planning on eating her?" April presses, her voice squeaking.

                  "Yes I suppose so." The man says, admiring his handiwork.

                 "But who forces you to live down here?"

                  "Them." He says, pointing overhead. "The other people. They never cared to help us, so they pushed us away. You know what that feels like, April. You were pushed away by the man they call Fender."  The man turns Rachel's suspended calf around to show the tattoo.

                    "Yeah, I do. I didn't want to be here tonight, because I'm still hurting." April explains, not sure why she's trying to comfort him. "But how did you know?"

                    "We're always here. Underneath the entire city. We hear everything, and we see more than you think." The man looks off in the distance, then back at her.

                     "You should get back to your party. I don't want you to be killed down here." He says despondently.

                     "I can't. There's no ladder." She says, shrugging.

                     "I'll help you." He offers, walking towards the light. April follows him and he gives her a boost out of the sewer. When she climbs out onto the concrete, she looks back at him.

                     "Thanks for saving me."

                     "It was no problem at all. Can you do me one favor, though?"

                     "Of course. What is it?"

                     "Tell them. Don't let them forget us, April." The man pleads.

                     "I will, sir. "April replies.