Fugitives

I am no longer trapped in the darkness. But the darkness is still trapped inside me.We did it. We cracked the gates, escaped from Furnace. We're out, but we're not free. Not yet. Now the whole city is in lockdown ­- the roads sealed, the police scouring every building. And there are worse things here - creatures of unimaginable fury hunting us down. An unholy army, sent by Alfred Furnace himself. Now a war is raging as he tries to bring the world to its knees.I can still feel the warden's poison