Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 67 Fusion
The machine gun sprayed out dazzling flames, and the deafening sound of firing suddenly sounded. A lamp ten meters away was blasted to pieces, and something above the lamp made a sharp cry.

The man with a husky voice said, "Looks like we hit him. Well, let me see with a little more light... There it is, there it is, it's over, parasite!"

But if you listen carefully, you can hear a human-like voice, deep and long, moaning all the time, which makes Su Mengfan very nervous.

When he offered to end the monster's suffering, the others replied, "If you want to, you kill it. We're not a shooting range, man, we save every bullet."

Mark got off work and walked towards the fire with Su Mengfan.

Mark lit a cigarette with the flames on the fire, and Su Mengfan began to listen to what he said: "Look, Rekha told us about the Krishnas yesterday,"

A burly man with a low forehead and a thick neck said in a low voice, "They are at {October Square Station}, trying to enter the Kurchatov Institute and blow up the nuclear reactor.

Said to be a warning to everyone, but they haven't organized to do it yet.

Well, this reminds me of something that happened to me four years ago.

At that time, I went straight through Savjolovskaya.One day I was going to Bellerus station (another Moscow metro line).

My point of contact is at {Novos Robold Station}, so I went straight through the Lufthansa.

Then, I got to {Bellarouse Station}, quickly found the person I wanted to see, sorted things out, and then I thought we'd have a drink to celebrate.

Hearing my thoughts, he told me that I'd better be more careful, because drunks often disappear around here without any reason.

I said, 'Give me a break, I don't want to hear you say no. '

In the end, he and I finished off a bottle of wine.

The last thing I remember is him crawling around on all fours, crying, 'I'm Lunokhod 1, I'm a Moon Rover! '

When I woke up - O Virgin Mary! —found himself bound, gagged, and shaved in some kind of closet, probably the kind used by a police station.

I said to myself, this is too bad.

Half an hour later, some demons came in and dragged me into the hall by the skin around my neck.

I don't know where I am.

All the labels with place names had been torn off, something was painted on the walls, the floor was stained with blood, the fire was burning, the entire station had been dug up almost three feet, they dug a deep hole, not even 30 meters. At least 20 meters deep.

There were star-shaped things drawn on the floor and on the ceiling, all with simple lines, you know, like a child would draw them.

Yes, I am confused, I was caught by the Red Army?
Then I turned my head away—there was a noise.

They took me to the side of the pit, put down a rope, stabbed me with a submachine gun, and let me climb down by myself.

I looked in - there were a lot of people down there, digging deeper with scrap metal and shovels.Dirt is hoisted up with a winch, piled into trucks, and wheeled elsewhere.

Yeah, as long as these guys with submachine guns are around—these lunatics, they're tattooed from head to toe—like some kind of criminal organization, there's nothing I can do about it.

It is possible that I have reached the camp.It seems like these guys are digging a tunnel out and they want to escape.And these hooligans are the hired hands of the authorities. "

"But then I realized: that's bullshit. What metro station would have no police?
I told them I'm afraid of heights, I'd just fall over and it wouldn't be of much use to them.

After some discussion, they asked me to do the job of loading the truck with the soil brought up from below.

Those despicable people patted me and handcuffed me, so they still expect me to pull their cart?

Pooh!
But I still can't figure out what they are doing.It's not an easy job anyway, and I'm lucky."

He shrugged his giant shoulders and went on, "But there are some weaker guys out there, and if someone falls, the baldheads will drag him out of the dirt and to the side of the stairs.

I passed by the stairs and took a look.

They put a guy by the stairs, a real jerk, like the one who used to stand on Red Square, and he beheaded the people they dragged away, and he was holding an ax that was just the right size.

Blood flowed all over the place, and the severed head was stuck on a pole.

I almost spit it out.

I thought, no, I have to get out of this place before they kill me like a brute and leave me here. "

"Okay, who is that person?" The burly man sitting next to the searchlight interrupted impatiently.

"I asked the people who were in the car with me. Guess who? Satan! Guess what?
They say the end of the world is here and the subway is the gate to hell.Then they said something about a circle or something, I don't remember either. "

"A way, not a gate," the gunner corrected him.

"So, the subway is the gateway to hell, and hell itself is a little bit deeper. The devil, you know, is there waiting for them—they just want to get close to the devil.

So, they keep digging.It has been four years since then.Perhaps they have achieved their goal. "

"So, where is it?" asked the gunner.

"I don't know! God, I don't know. Of course, I finally got out of there: I hurried into the van while the guard wasn't looking, and kicked some dirt over myself.

I feel like I've been moving along somewhere for a long time.

Then they emptied the contents of the truck from a great height.

I was knocked unconscious, woke up again, crawled forward, and finally climbed out of an unknown track, and continued to move forward, climbing forward.

But these tracks keep crossing other tracks and I lose my bearings.

Later, someone took me away, and when I woke up, I was already in the Dubrovka Theater, understand?

The person who took me away is gone, what a wonderful person.And I, I keep thinking, where am I..."

Then, they talked about rumors that an unknown infectious disease broke out in Ilich Square and {Rome Station}, which caused many deaths, but Su Mengfan didn't listen any more.

The idea that the subway was the gateway to hell, maybe even the outer circle of hell, fascinated him, and a strange vision floated before his eyes:

Hundreds of people are running around like ants, using their hands, starting from a point where they don't know where they will lead after digging, digging endlessly.

Until one day, the piece of scrap metal in the hands of one of them, inexplicably, passed through the land, leaving nowhere to dig anymore.

Ultimately, hell and the subway merged into one.

(End of this chapter)