The Underground — Arvin Loudermilk

“We were on the run. Yes, I said we. In the midst of my escape, I'd taken on an appendage, a handsome ex-colleague who insisted on helping out with my new day-to-day requirements. But tracking down the red stuff turned out to be no easy feat, not without committing cold-blooded murder in the process. Luckily, we'd heard about a place where my kind could go. Now, all we needed to do was find this den of heathens.”