Head for the surface

You know the sewers like the back of your hand by now. While hunter teams patrol near the surface, they're easy to hide from and to sneak past.

The surface is surprisingly idyllic. You exit from a grate in the middle of a small woods, inside of a park. Birds still sing, trees still grow, and the sun still shines as it always has. Even the deer still roam. It's a small consolation, if anything, that nature has been doing a lot better for itself since humanity got assimilated. E.V.A.'s slaves patrol in groups, every individual moving in perfect synchronisation with each other. They walk on the overgrown paths, avoiding the grass, but you know they won't hesitate to follow if they spot you.

You stick to the bushes, and you find yourself hiding by the side of the road. On the other side is a row of houses and businesses, battered and overgrown with ivy. Holo billboards, no longer sporting capitalist advertisements, all casted one thing; E.V.A.'s face; two eyes, and a pair of luscious lips. That's it, that's all. They flickered occasionally, but they did not move, though the eyes seemed to eerily follow you wherever you went. A trick of perspective you hope. The streets are empty save for a few crashed cars that sport evidence of a long ago fire, but otherwise it's rather clear of trash.

You suddenly hear something. It is a noise that has been ringing the whole time but you have only just now noticed it. It comes from the town centre, to the west.