Snippet #859137

The flashlight blinked back three times and Franko let out a small sigh of relief. As the light approached he kept his finger on the trigger. Just because the man wasn’t infected, didn’t mean he was an ally, Franko was ready to shoot the man in the back at any moment as soon as he showed any signs of hostility.

Despite all his preparation, the man who ventured into his flashlight didn’t seem like the type to make an enemy out of. He wasn’t particularly large, and while his muscles were well toned, they weren’t overly bulky. No, he had the look of a man who had been in the army, who had seen combat, and spent every waking hour of his life preparing for the apocalypse even before it had happened. He probably even had a bomb shelter under his house. Franko had learned to recognize his type since the infection and the local police forces were forced to work under military command. A lot of military men sported the same attitude, but it was only the veterans who used it well and didn’t get themselves killed with youthful notions of invulnerability.

"I guess you must be taking refuge here,"

The man said.

“For the moment.”

Franko replied. The man walked away towards the entrance, probably to observe the opposing force. He returned after a few minuets. Franko had changed the filter in his gas-mask while he was gone. It still wasn’t known if the Virus was airborne or not… better safe then sorry.

"That gate's not going to hold them forever. I'm not sure I have enough firepower to take on that many, so we're going to have to go even deeper into the subway tunnels. Problem is, I don't know how many zombies are down here. We're going to have to try and make it to the surface, then we'll probably go our separate ways. I have no intention of just leaving that many zombies behind."

“Alright… You take point. I’ll cover your back.”

The pair descended down one of the subway tunnels, twin beams of light pricing blackness like a sharp knife through human flesh. Occasionally Franko looked behind them, panning his flashlight around the single track tunnel, but he rarely saw anything other then a few rats prancing across the tracks. They had been walking for at least an hour, and hadn’t come across a single Zombie…

“They must have left… gone where the food is. Maybe their smarter then horror movies would have us believe.”

Franko walked alongside the man who was, for the moment, his brother in arms. As they continued walking Franko’s flashlight caught the sight of something metallic and shiny. He stopping just outside of visual range and raised his MP5.

“Cover me.”

Jogging forwards at a brisk pace, boots thudding on the concrete between the metal train tracks, his eyes saw the outline of a streetcar.

“It’s a train.”

He hissed back at his companion. Franko looked at the side of the train, praying they could slip past without having to go through the train itself, but there was no such luck. The tunnel had been carved out to fit the subway car exactly, and there was only about half a foot of room on either side of the train. No chance that the two averagely sized men could fit.

“Shit, we have to go through… You want lead, or cover?”