"Ain't nothin' like that that I know of." Most of the animals hadn't survived all the attacks, anyway. He'd be shocked to find anything larger than a dog anywhere around here that wasn't bred for food.

He starts to lead them closer to the edge of the city, figuring maybe halfway there, they can find a manhole cover to pry up. He's got a feeling that there's some kind of security precautions down there, but he can't imagine they're better than the ones above ground and it's not like Kobra can't handle a little fire fight in a gross, dark place.

"Probably have some roaches, though, or somethin' like 'em."