Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 27 Ambush
Suddenly he had another idea.

He cracked open the bathroom door and looked around, narrowly missing what he was looking for: the mirror was so coated in dust that it didn't even reflect the light of his own flashlight.

The dust-cleared area shows an image of himself wearing a gas mask and helmet.He illuminated himself with a flashlight and looked in the mirror.

His tired, emaciated face was obscured by the plastic cheeks of the gas mask, but the deep-set blue eyes reflected in the mirror suddenly struck him as similar to the boy in the photo.

Su Mengfan brought the photo closer to her eyes, concentrated on looking at the boy's small face, and then looked in the mirror.

He lit the photo again, looked at his face under the gas mask again, and tried to remember how he had seen his reflection the last time.

when was that
In my mind, it seems like it has never happened before.

Judging by the man he sees in the mirror now, for years... if only he could take off the damn mask and compare himself to the kid in the picture!

Of course, people become unrecognizable from time to time as they grow up, but everyone has something on their face that reminds them of their distant childhood.

In this case, we must find an opportunity when Su Mengfan returns to the All-Russian Exhibition Hall Station, so that he can look for the survivors of the plague.

See if the woman smiling at him on that piece of paper looks like the woman who was sentenced to be killed by rats.

Looks like his mother.

The survivor would have recognized her, though her face had been distorted by desperation and pleading then.

Surely he would recognize it.

By the way, in that subway station, can I find my only relative now——Artyom.

Su Mengfan has already affirmed that the little boy in the hallucination in the library is his younger brother.

Not only did Artyom's name appear there, but Alcorn's name also appeared.

Su Mengfan checked the photo again, and then with unaccustomed kindness, he caressed the image of the woman, then carefully rolled up the photo and put it into an empty bullet casing.

Then, with a strong rope, hang it on your chest.

In this way, you can feel that your mother is by your side all the time.

The book with the photos was put into his rucksack.

He found it strange that just a few hours ago he had been in the largest repository of knowledge on land, where he could take any one of millions of different tomes, but many of them were really worthless.

He just let them gather dust on the shelves, and he never thought of profiting from the library.

Instead, he took a cheap children's book with unpretentious pictures, and he felt as if he had acquired the greatest wealth in the world.

Su Mengfan went back to the hall, wanting to quickly flip through the remaining books on the bookshelf, and even wanted to look in the cabinet to find the photo album.

But he raised his eyes to the window and felt a slight change there.

A tinge of unease gripped his heart: something was wrong.He moved closer, realizing what was wrong.

The colors of the night are changing and a yellowish rose tint appears.

It is gradually fading.

The beasts were sitting by the entrance, hesitating to enter.

The dead bodies of their companions could no longer be seen, but it was unclear whether the giant winged monster had taken it away, or whether they had torn it into pieces themselves.
Su Mengfan didn't understand what prevented them from storming over the apartment, but gave him time to breathe.

Could he make it to Smolensk Station before the sun came up?
More importantly, can he escape these monsters?

You may have to park in a barricaded apartment to hide from the sun in the bathroom until they have chased away the flesh-eating monsters, then head out at dark.

But how long do protective suits last?

How long are gas mask filters expected to last?
Su Mengfan came to the door leading to the stairwell and listened.

It was quiet.

He carefully moved the cupboard out of the way and slowly opened the door a little.

There was no one there anymore, but when Su Mengfan lit the stairs with a flashlight, he saw something he hadn't seen before.

A thick layer of transparent slime spread on the steps.

It looked like something had climbed down from them, leaving a trail behind.

The trace did not reach the apartment where he had been staying, but this did not comfort Su Mengfan.

Does this mean that abandoned houses are not as empty as they appear?
Now he didn't want to be in the apartment anymore, let alone sleep here.There's only one option: chase away the beasts and try to run to Smollenx Station.

And act before you see the sun and the hidden monsters wake up.

This time he didn't aim carefully, just trying to kill as many carnivorous beasts as possible.

Two of them fell to the ground roaring, and the others disappeared into the alley.

It looked like the road was cleared.

Su Mengfan ran forward cautiously, worried about an ambush, he looked outside the entrance, and then hurried to the garden ring road with all his strength.

The garden on this ring must have been a nightmarish bush, though only the strip of trees along the boulevard had become a dark maze over the years...

Needless to say the Botanic Gardens and what definitely grows there.

The congregation of the monsters gave him a head start, and he nearly reached the end of the street.

There was more and more light, but the sun clearly did not intimidate the beasts at all:
They divided into two groups and rushed over, shortening the distance between them and Su Mengfan at all times.

Here, in this open space, they have the advantage: Su Mengfan cannot stop and shoot.

At the same time, they turned to face down again, their outlines no more than a meter above the ground.They almost merged with the road.

No matter how fast Su Mengfan tried to run, the accumulated fatigue from the hazmat suit, rucksack, two machine guns, and seemingly endless nights weighed on him.

He thought that soon these evil spirits would catch up with him and recover his losses, and he was full of despair.

Su Mengfan recalled the shapeless but strong corpses of the monsters, lying in a pool of blood at the entrance, where he overturned them with the roar of his machine gun.

Su Mengfan didn't have time to examine them, but even a glance was enough to engrave them in his long-term memory: smooth brown hair, a large round head, and a mouth with dozens of small fangs, which seemed to be divided into several rows. .

Su Mengfan went through all the animals he knew in his mind, but still couldn't think of an animal that could give birth to such beasts, even when they were irradiated, they didn't exist.

Luckily there are no trees on the garden circuit.

All that remains is a wide street that stretches from the intersection to the left and right to the skyline.

Su Mengfan shot those beasts without looking before suddenly running again.

They were now less than fifty meters away from him, and separated into a half circle again, so that some of the beasts were almost parallel to him.

He had to find his way between several large craters five to six meters deep, making a circle in one place in order to avoid a deep crack that divided the road in two.

The three nearby structures look odd: they're not burned, they look more like they've melted.

One gets the impression that this place has suffered from more strange things than Kalinin Street.

An impossibly large building appeared about a few hundred meters away.

It looked like a medieval castle, and it was this unsettling sight, a majestic darkened backdrop, undamaged by time or fire.

Su Mengfan glanced upwards quickly, and he was relieved: a terrifying winged shadow hovered above the castle, and it might be his savior.

The demon that once killed his comrades-in-arms has now become his hope of escaping from the monster.

He just needs to attract its attention, so that it will concentrate on those monsters chasing Su Mengfan.

He raised the machine gun with one hand, aimed the barrel at the flying monster, and pulled the trigger.

No sound.

He's out of ammo.

It was difficult to drag the reserve machine gun slung on the back when climbing.

Su Mengfan sneaked into one of the nearest alleys, leaned against the wall and changed weapons.

Now he didn't have to let the beasts get close while he ran out of ammo on his second machine gun.

The first of them has appeared around the corner, sitting on its hind legs in a habitual movement, fully extending its huge body.

It became bolder, and got so close that Su Mengfan saw its eyes clearly for the first time:

Small, hidden beneath giant brows, burning with evil green fire, similar to the flashes of the mysterious will-o'-the-wisps in the park.

Saatchi's Kalashnikov didn't have a laser sight, but normally a man wouldn't miss at that distance.

He fixed his naked eyes on the silhouette of the crouching beast.

Su Mengfan clamped the machine gun on his shoulder tighter and pulled the trigger.The gun bolt slowly moved to the center position and stopped.

what happened?
He really messed with the machine gun in his haste?

Absolutely not, because his weapon has a laser sight... Su Mengfan tried to twist the bolt.

It's stuck.

A whirlwind of thoughts swirled in his head.

Thatch, those librarians... that's why his companions had no resistance when gray monsters attacked him in the maze of books!

His machine gun really doesn't work.

He most likely pulled the bolt intermittently as the librarian dragged him down the corridor...

Two more ghostly beasts appeared, and there was silence.

They were studying Su Mengfan intently.

Su Mengfan looked at Sachi's machine gun in despair.

The weapons are like this, it's like they are taking their own lives.

The closest monster might be the leader, it jumped a bit, and now it is only five meters away from Su Mengfan.

At this moment, a huge shadow swept over their heads, and those beasts lay on the ground and raised their heads.

　We are sorry for the fact that we have not found any relevant illustrations for the {mutant} Fanlu that appeared in recent chapters.

　　Thanks to the three book friends "Guwangzhiyi", "Xue Xiaoxiao" and "Qimen Laojiu" who each donated 100 starting coins.

　　Thank you all book friends for your support and encouragement. Fanlu will definitely not let you down.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)