Back in the tunnel below the train tracks, I returned to show a friend the eerie silence that this area offers.  After fooling around with my flash for a while we made our way to the end of the tunnel.  She quietly was speaking to me while I was photographing the broke glass at the end, but I didn’t hear at first.  After getting my photo, I finally realized that she was signaling for me to look at the other side, where there were three guys sitting, drinking, all wearing black.  I said we should head back, these guys were staring at us before when we were topside and I just didn’t feel comfortable passing by them.  On our way back to the opposite entrance of the tunnel, I mentioned that even if it seems stupid, trust your instincts, there are some sketchy people out here.  We made our way back towards Bar Smith.

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