"Soaked" in the dump

As I swung open the door, a putrid wave of decay slammed into me, assaulting my senses with the overwhelming stench of rot. The air was thick with the foul odor of sewage, a nauseating blend that threatened to overwhelm me. Frustration boiled within me as I realized that the supposed exit was nothing more than a gateway to the grim depths of the sewers. With a heavy sigh, I muttered curses under my breath , the reason of its "easiness". That explained why the janitor was there, That brat Hyeman!

Upon closer inspection, I discerned that the sewer wasn't entirely enclosed; there was an open section nearby. I could get out of there with a bit of effort, but that included climbing heaps of rubbish. God knows what else this "rubbish" includes. 

( The details of how I reached the open section are not necessary.) 

But if You wanna find out how Micah escaped " step by step" (of how to get out of the sewers safely) read this, if you don't wanna then it is okay to skip this ( it is more like a filler) ,soooo

As I stepped inside, scrunching my nose at the odor of garbage, I unwittingly caught my left foot on a slimy, squishy, round shopping bag, causing me to stumble and fall forward. My hands slammed onto the ground, and my knees scraped against the rough surface, now wet with some kind of gooey slime. I don't wanna know what that slime could be. To hell with that f---king bastard!

With a grimace worthy of a Shakespearean tragedy, I hoisted myself up from the slimy embrace of the sewer floor, the gooey residue clinging to my knees and hands like a clingy ex.

Here I was, wallowing in the depths of the underworld, surrounded by a veritable orchestra of foul odors that could make a garbage dump smell like a rose garden, all because of a sneaky shopping bag and its mischievous attempt to trip me up. Oh, the absurdity of it all!

But fear not, dear shopping bag, for revenge shall be mine! Once I escape from this foul-smelling abyss, I shall hunt you down and exact my vengeance with the fury of a thousand scorned lovers. You may think you've won this round, but mark my words—I will not rest until you're nothing more than a pile of plastic scraps, trembling in fear at the mere mention of my name!( that is what I thought ( the reason why Emily would say I look cute when I'm angry not to brag) at that time). Ah, the joys of adventure! How I enjoyed the wonderful aroma of Stinkiness surrounding me , just wonderful!( Maybe the hand beating had touched my nerves up?, Dunno)

As I cautiously navigated through the muck and mire of the sewer, my foot found an unexpected friend—a rather large, departed rodent. Not exactly the companion I was hoping for! With an undignified yelp, I stumbled backward, landing with a splat on my backside. Who knew sewer exploration came with such delightful surprises? Oh, the joys of following Hyeman's lead! Now I was covered in muck from head to toe,as I cautiously tiptoed towards the end of the corridor, I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of the unfortunate rat lying motionless on the ground. It seemed even the rodents had met their match in this grimy underworld. But my amusement was short-lived as I realized the path to freedom was blocked by a towering wall of garbage bags. Seriously, universe? Was this some kind of cosmic joke? With a dramatic sigh and a muttered curse directed at my luck, I resigned myself to the absurdity of my situation and prepared to conquer Mount Trashmore. Ah, the glamorous life of a sewer explorer!

Here I was, a grown adult, flailing about in a sewer like a clumsy cartoon character, all in the name of freedom. If only there were a camera crew to capture this momentous occasion, it would surely be worthy of its own reality TV special. Ah, the things we do for liberty!

As I bravely ventured forth, stepping onto the garbage bags piled high with heaven-knows-what, I soon discovered that my grace was unmatched – in the art of slipping and falling, that is. With each step, I skidded and slid like a hapless ice skater on a rink made of banana peels. One moment, I was teetering on the brink of triumph; the next, I was sprawled out like a starfish, embracing the garbage-strewn ground with all the enthusiasm of a lost puppy finding its way home. Oh, the elegance! Oh, the poise! Truly, I was a vision of grace and dignity amidst the refuse. Or at least, that's what I liked to tell myself as I picked myself up for the umpteenth time, ready to face the next challenge in this delightful game of sewer obstacle course!

With a Herculean effort and a touch of finesse (if I do say so myself), I hoisted myself up and over the wall of garbage bags. It was a feat of strength and agility worthy of a gold medal in the Dumpster Olympics.

With a final heave, I managed to drop myself to the other side. Freedom. I winced as I landed on my injured hand, causing me to yelp in pain.

" So You're alive Emerson?" said the chief.