Snippet #2388498

New York City- Underground Subways

Waking with a startle, my hands feel for a surface to grip against. It is hardly dark with the exception of few shadows clinging to the walls, due to the massive heaps of road above collapsed on the subway surface. Aged as the subway car may have been, some comfort for the night was better than none. In one hand I put a flask to my lips, drinking what remains of my water I'd tried to ration for so long. The water soaks into my dried tongue and cracked lips, any remaining drops I used to wash the grime from my face. I stood from the car, checking for any missing gear with my knife in hand and shotgun strapped across my back. Somewhere down here, I'd lost Bud. Good thing the rubble from above made him a place to rest and allowed for me to not find him. At least... not easily.

Grasping the subway car's top, I heave my body over and continue upward to the streets. The sun hurts in both my eyes and skin, probably because I haven't seen it for days. Hell, I've lived off of subway vendors or trash for these past few days. Turning towards the collapsed buildings westward, the click of a gun behind my head and a distant laugh ends my parade of short lived safety. "Weapons on the ground and bag opened, now." Before he can say more, the knife in my hand meets the street. My shotgun however, not the same. Any sudden movements for the gun and bullets will zip through my back, so I need an alternate method. I don't even know how many there are, but I either get my things taken then shot or shot then killed. "Are you fuckin' deaf? Gun on the street or mine blows your head off!" Before they can react I whip around and twist whoever stood behind me. My forearm slowly cut off his breathing as he dropped the gun he'd held against my head with gulps for air. I faced the armed guy who just laughed at my action. "You think I give a shit about whether you got the balls to blow his brains out with that shotgun or not?"

The man I'm holding gasps but no longer bats for my face as I pulled my shotgun out and held it to his head. "I don't give a damn either, but that wouldn't mean I won't get you next either. Grinning, I watch as he whipped his gun out to shoot. My shotgun blasted him to the asphalt before he could even react, the one I was holding collapsed unconscious, giving me time to loot both men of their weapons and head for the foliage around Times Square.