Adam:Hide in the sewers

Rushing away from the sun you fall into the muddy and smelly waters. Drawn to the bottom by violent currents, you soon realize that you don’t need to breathe. The flow takes you away from your point of entry. You lose all sense of up and down in a matter of instants.

Desperately you fight, you fight against the currents, against your will to throw up, against something in your mind, something primal urging to break free. The tide is against you.

Do you fight it?

Or try to go with it?