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Despite all his preparation, the man who ventured into his flashlight didnāt seem like the type to make an enemy out of. He wasnāt particularly large, and while his muscles were well toned, they werenāt 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 didnāt get themselves killed with youthful notions of invulnerability.
"I guess you must be taking refuge here,"
The man said.
āFor the moment.ā
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 wasnāt known if the Virus was airborne or notā¦ 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."
āAlrightā¦ You take point. Iāll cover your back.ā
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 hadnāt come across a single Zombieā¦
āThey must have leftā¦ gone where the food is. Maybe their smarter then horror movies would have us believe.ā
Franko walked alongside the man who was, for the moment, his brother in arms. As they continued walking Frankoās flashlight caught the sight of something metallic and shiny. He stopping just outside of visual range and raised his MP5.
āCover me.ā
Jogging forwards at a brisk pace, boots thudding on the concrete between the metal train tracks, his eyes saw the outline of a streetcar.
āItās a train.ā
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.
āShit, we have to go throughā¦ You want lead, or cover?ā
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"Maybe, but we can't let down our guard. The subway system is city-wide, and I'd be willing to bet that at least one zombie stayed down here."
Joseph caught sight of something shiny, and he covered the SWAT man as he went to investigate it. As soon as he said that it was a train, Joseph crept forward and gazed upon it. The car seemed to have derailed, and the blood spatter on the windows indicated why. In such a cramped environment, the danger was heightened, but as his SWAT companion pointed out, they had no choice.
"I'll take the lead. You cover my six, and don't forget to take a look at the roof every now and then."
Joseph then turned to the train car.
"I don't know how well these things can climb, but I don't want to find out as they're biting into my throat. Let's move out."
Joseph switched the firing capability on his M4 to full-auto, just in case there were several still on the train. He then boarded the train and began moving toward the door separating this car from the next. Checking through the window, he gave his companion the "all clear" sign, pulled it open, and continued on.
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