Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 157 Gluttony
Every loudspeaker was broadcasting, a metallic voice, an icy appeal, a voice that demanded calm.

The reason for calling out is because everyone knows what is going on, and no one can control themselves and keep calm.

So indifferent!
"Don't panic, don't panic..."

cry, beg...

Then it was shooting again.

Six minutes passed after the alarm was sounded, and within one minute before the Armageddon apocalypse, the two parts of the sealed door came together.With the siren sounding like a weeping death knell, the door latch snapped back into place crisply and forcefully.

Dead silence.

Like being in an ancient tomb.

They had to go around the car, sticking to the wall—the driver braked too late.

Perhaps this is because the attention is drawn to the situation on the platform.

They climbed up the tempting iron ladder, and soon reached the amazingly spacious hall.

There are no pillars, only a semicircular arch with a deep oval groove, on which the lamp stands.The arch encloses the platform, as well as the two tracks stretching in different directions, on which the trains are still parked.

What an exquisite design and construction!

So simple and elegant...but don't look down, don't look at your feet, and don't look in front of you.

Stop staring at this site because you don't want to know how unrecognizable it is today.

This is a grotesque cemetery in the wilderness, but the soul cannot rest in peace here.

This is a horrible slaughterhouse, full of clean bones, rotting bodies, and limbs scattered from no one knows where.

These frenzied demons greedily dragged so many people to the edge of their vast territory, they couldn't even eat them for a while, so they stored them up.

These "stored grains" began to rot and decompose.

But for these demons, such food is more in line with their taste, so they continue to accumulate, and their greedy desires are endless.

The piles of carrion were squirming unreasonably, as if breathing, and the disgusting sound of knives could be heard all around.

This is the ghoul scraping the soft tissue on the smooth bone with its razor-sharp teeth.

The light of the flashlight swept across such a terrifying figure - long joints, extraordinarily thick limbs, loose and hanging folds, hairless gray skin, twisted back... Extremely short-sighted eyes blinked, The huge ear flaps flapped, and the day went on like this.

The monster let out a hoarse roar, hurriedly moved to the open door of the carriage, and climbed up on hands and feet.

The other corpse eaters didn't bother to leave the pile of carrion, but bared their teeth in dissatisfaction, and yelled rudely and curtly at passers-by.

Even if these corpse eaters stood upright, they could only reach the chest of Homer, who was not very tall.

In addition, Homer also clearly knew that these cowardly corpse eaters would not take the initiative to attack healthy and strong humans anyway.

But for some reason Homer faced these monsters with an unreasonable fear that often only appeared in his late-night nightmares--he often dreamed that he was on vacation, away from daily life, Lying on an abandoned station while evil looms unnoticed.

Just like sharks in the ocean can smell blood from thousands of meters away, they can always feel the coming of someone else's death and are eager to witness this scene, so that they can pierce their sharp teeth into the body that is still warm.

Fears of old age, Homer said to himself contemptuously.

He had read a lot of practical psychology in the past, which, of course, hadn't done much to overcome his fears.

Corpse eaters are not afraid of humans: for these disgusting and gluttonous devils, it is of no benefit to waste bullets on humans, including attacking Sebastobol station, and they don't bother to do it, because for them This is simply an abuse of crime.

The passing party tried not to pay attention to the corpse eaters, although they were acting aggressively at the time.

These monsters multiply here in large numbers.

The three of them continued to go deeper into the Nasimov Street station, the bones on the floor creaked under their feet, and more and more corpse eaters didn't want to crawl out of their gluttonous feast or their bunkers.

They nest in train cars, and Homer hates them all the more for that.

Homer vaguely remembered that the sealing valve on Nasimov Street was open.

It is said that if you pass through this station quickly, the dose of nuclear radiation you will suffer will be negligible and will not pose a threat to your health, but it is absolutely unacceptable to stop here.

Because no one was staying, the two trains were relatively well preserved, and the glass was still intact. Through the window holes, you could see the burnt seats and the blue paint that had not yet come off the walls on both sides.

In the center of the platform hall stands a real tomb, like a mass grave, with layers of bones of unknown people.

The hunter stopped suddenly, side by side with the others.

Su Mengfan and Homer looked at each other vigilantly, trying to determine where the danger lay.

Even Sasha at the back held the pistol tightly and looked forward.

In fact, the hunter stopped for another reason.

At the foot of the pillar, two not-so-large corpse-eaters were skinning the dog's skeleton, chewing it with relish and making a crunching sound.

They didn't have time to hide, or they enjoyed the food too much and didn't hear the warnings of the clansmen.

Under the glare of the captain's flashlight, the two corpse eaters narrowed their eyes. Although they continued to chew, they had already started to retreat slowly towards the nearest carriage.

Suddenly, one by one, they somersaulted noiselessly, and fell to the floor with a thud like two bags full of water.

Homer watched the hunter in amazement as he slipped the heavy pistol with the long silencer into the holster under his shoulder.

His face was so unpredictable, as dead as ever.

"Maybe they're just too hungry." Sasha whispered, casting a disgusted glance at the puddle of water on the ground, which had seeped from the body of the killed monster.

"I think so too." Su Mengfan responded vaguely, making Homer stutter involuntarily.

The hunter didn't turn around to look at the others, but walked straight forward, and Homer always felt the sound of greedy chewing lingering in his ears.

He endured and endured, desperately suppressing the desire to shoot these devils with bullets.

He convinced himself, comforted himself, and in the end, reason always prevailed. He kept proving to himself that he was a mature person, good at controlling his emotions, and would not let the impulsive devil make him lose his mind.

But what about Hunter?

From the looks of it, he didn't intend to play games with his own impulses and inner desires.

So what exactly is the desire in Hunter's heart?

　It's more than Qixi Festival, I hope it will be day and night.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)