Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 153 Cruel
In this way, Sebastopol Station is dying, so their journey is also meaningless?

But even in order to go home and die with Elena in peace, Homer has to continue walking this road and walk around the subway until it reaches the end.

Before the gas masks expired, they had time to get from Kakhov Station to Kashila Station, but the radiation absorbed by this protective suit included dozens if not hundreds of roentgens, so they had to get out of it as soon as possible.

But it was impossible to go back the same way.

The girl fell asleep with her head buried between her knees.

Su Mengfan snuggled up next to the girl, still holding onto the girl's hand tightly.

The bonfire finally completely digested the plague-infected book, swallowing the last bit of wood, and began to shrink gradually.

Homer felt sorry for the battery in his flashlight and endured it in the dark to see how long he could sit there.

No, he should go to Hunter.

In order to reduce the risk of infection to others, he should stay away from other people. In addition, he should leave a backpack full of odds and ends here and destroy his clothes...

Then he started praying that he would have time to complete everything within the 30 days counting down.

Start to create, every day and night, without allowing yourself any breathing time.

In this way, he made a good decision and strengthened his belief.

It is important to watch Hunter closely and not to be left behind him.

if he shows up again
Two hours had passed since the hunter disappeared at the end of the dim tunnel.

Homer himself is not sure whether the hunter will come back here again.

Homer felt that the more he knew about the Hunter, the less he understood him.

You can't doubt him, you can't doubt him, just like you can't trust him.

He can neither be dissected nor control the human emotions of ordinary people.

Homer, who trusted him, found his own life in turmoil.

Homer had already done so, and it was too late to repent.

In the pitch-black darkness, the silence no longer seemed so thick.

Suddenly someone's screams and rustling sounded in the distance... Some of these sounds were like the advancing steps of a corpse eater who was drunk, some of them were like huge ghosts gliding from Nagorno Station, and some Some are the cries of the dead.

The switch snapped.

Two steps away stood the hunter, with his hands folded on his chest, facing the sleeping girl and the dazed boy.

He put his palms against his forehead to block the glare of the light, and said calmly:
"Open now. Alcorn, come with me."
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Sasha was still in a dream: she was back in Kolomna, waiting alone for her father to come home after his "walk".

He was late, but she must wait for him, and then help him take off his coat, pull off the gas mask, and cook for him.

Lunch was already on the table, and she didn't know what else to do.

She wanted to stay away from the door leading to the ground, but what if he came back suddenly?
Who will open the door for him?
In this way, she was sitting on the cold floor, the hour hand was going fast, the days were flying by, and he still hadn't come back, but she was still standing there motionless, when the door...

She was awakened by the loud bang of the locked latch - the same sound as that of the sealed door at Kolomna Station.

She woke up with a smile and her father was back.

She looked up and suddenly woke up.

All she saw was the heavy door opening slowly in the phantom.

After 1 minute, the huge door began to vibrate and slowly moved away from its original position.

A beam of light shot through the crack of the door and it smelled of burnt diesel.

This is the entrance to the big subway.

The latch moved sideways into the slot, exposing the guts of the tunnel that led to the car depot and on to the Ring Road.

A roaring rail car with headlights and several rail riders is parked on the tracks.

In the crosshairs of the machine guns, the men on the rail car saw two fellow travelers who were squinting.

"Hand!" someone ordered.

The girl followed Su Mengfan closely and raised her arms obediently.

This time, the rail car was the one that often went to the bridge on business days.

The people above knew everything about Sasha.

Now, out of compassion, the old man with a strange name took this girl who had nothing to do with him out of that deserted station. The old man was not interested in why the girl lived there...

"Take off the gas mask and show your ID!" The person on the rail car commanded.

She took off her mask and blamed herself for being so stupid.

No one could set her free, the father had a criminal responsibility—she was bound to him—and no one could undo that punishment.

Why should she believe that these two people can lead her into the subway?

Did she fancy that people on the border would fail to recognize her?

"Hey, it's you! You can't go in!" People recognized her immediately.

"I'll give you 10 seconds and disappear immediately. Who is this? It's yours..." The bolt pre-sounded.

"What happened?" the old man asked in a panic.

"Don't! Let him go! This is not him!" Sasha shouted.

"Both demanded to be shot at themselves," concluded the Heavy in a icy tone.

"Girl first?" the second voice said hesitantly.

"That's what I said!" The sound of pulling the trigger sounded first.

Sasha closed her eyes, ready for the third time in hours to face death, perhaps meet her father.

Suddenly something swished past and then it was quiet.

The last order was not given, she couldn't wait any longer, and opened one eye slightly.

The motor was smoking, and a cloud of gray-blue smoke passed through the beam of the searchlight, which somehow now fell on the ceiling.

Now, the beam no longer shone in Sasha's pupils, and she finally saw the people on the rail cars.

They were all paralyzed on the car or on the railroad tracks on both sides like dismembered dolls, their hands drooping limply, their necks twisted unnaturally, and their bodies were broken.

And some of them had a small knife stuck in their necks, and donated blood slowly flowed down the tip of the knife.

Sasha turned away.Standing behind her was the bald head. He lowered his machine gun and carefully inspected the railcar, which was now turned into a processed board.

He raised the barrel and pulled the trigger again.

On the other hand, Su Mengfan slowly put away the knives around the necks of those corpses.

"Okay." Hunter said with satisfaction, "Take off their protective suits and gas masks."

"Why?" The old man almost twisted.

“We change. We drive the rail car through the depot station.”

Sasha was stunned, and looked at Su Mengfan ecstatically, with admiration and disgust in her fright, and the most mixed thing in it was gratitude.

It was her father's taboo that he killed three people so recklessly just now, but the reason he did it was to save her life--and the old man of course.

He saved her life twice in a row. Is this a coincidence?
Did she confuse cruelty with cruelty?
But one thing was clear to her: the man's valor had forced her to forget his flaws.

Hunter was the first to go to the rail car, ripping the rubber mask off the dead enemy's head.

Suddenly he jumped out of the track car with a scream, and stepped back, as if he saw a devil.The hunter stretched out both hands and kept repeating...

"black!"

(End of this chapter)