Chap 4: The Tunnel

The tunnel wasn't well lit, and tons of concrete littered the subways floors, making it hard to move. Carey shuddered in the cold, and the dead weren't helping any. To make matters worse, he didn't know where they were. The tunnel was a gravesite for the formerly deceased, as several infected littered the halls and floors…and ceilings.

"Sure is crowded in here." Richard joked, looking at all the bodies.

Carey, figuring his sniper was useless in close quarters, took to his Desert Eagle.

The group walked until they reached a door. Fisher aimed his Uzi at the knob.

"No." Richard whispered. "I have some keys. Let me try them first."

Richard reached for the key ring and pulled a key that looked like it fit. He slid it in, and bingo, the lock unlocked. He opened the door, and saw something completely unexpected.

"Holy shit." Alex muttered, as they laid eyes on a crying girl at the end of the corridor.

"A survivor!" Carey yelled, rushing to help her.

"Carey, wait!" Fisher called.

The crying girl stood, and flashed an angry look to Carey. Its eyes were amber, and its skin was white. Large claws protruded from her fingers. She let out a low growl, and Carey moved back.

"The fuck is that?" Richard asked.

"How the hell should I know?" Carey retorted.

The girl at the end of the hall sat back down, and resumed crying. The survivors looked dumbfounded, looking at a little girl afraid for their lives.

"How do we fight a little girl with anger issues?" Fisher asked.

Richard reached for his shotgun, and crept down the hall toward it. He held it level to exact a clean headshot. As he approached, the thing stood and raised its claws. Richard immediately fired on the clawed teen, hitting the teen in the chest. She did not falter, and quickly slashed up his abdomen.

"Shoot it!" Carey yelled, firing .50 caliber rounds from his Desert Eagle.

A flurry of bullets hit the clawed creature, but she didn't stop her advance on a crawling Richard. Blood was spilling out of his wound, and he was slowly fading. Carey pulled a spare rifle grenade from Fisher's AK, lit the charge, and threw it at the woman. The rifle grenade boomed, and the woman flew to bits. Richard shielded himself from the blast, and laid against the wall.

"Shit! Are you okay?" Alex asked, worry in her voice.

Richard ripped his shirt, and held it close to his wound. "I'll be fine." He said.

Fisher took a look toward the end of the hall, and saw another door.

"Guys," He said, "we go this way."

….

Christian Fisher

Height: 6'01"

Weight: 179 Lbs.

Fisher is a young man with an overwhelming personality. He boasts grey jeans and a black hoodie. When Richard and Carey found him in a supermarket with a baseball bat and a lot of heads lying around, he immediately joined them. His laugh is what may hold this group together.

….

The group headed through the door, and made it to a long subway tunnel. Richard leaned on Carey's shoulder, holding an M1911A1 up.

"Toss me the keys." Alex said. She walked to Richard and he placed the keys in her hand. She unlocked the subway train cars door, and they climbed inside. Richard sat on the seats as the others scrounged around for items. The group went throughout the car, only to find some money, some canned beans, and a few USP.45 clips.

"We're almost ready to go, right?" Richard asked, checking his wound.

"Yeah." Fisher called from the front.

Carey helped Richard to his feet, and they stepped out. The subway was getting brighter, and the group decided that there was an exit hole somewhere nearby. They staggered on, and came to an exit, a hole in the wall of an alley. Richard staggered out the hole into the street to see a lot of infected. The others walked out.

"Another one of those rooms, at the pawn shop." Richard muttered, before collapsing.

Alex picked off a few infected as Carey and Fisher helped Richard to his feet.

"Just leave me, you guys." Richard muttered.

"No! We're almost there!" Alex yelled, firing at any infected that approached.

Richard held up his handgun, and readjusted his shotguns strap. Alex fired a few more shots, knocking the last of the infected out.

"Reloading!" She yelled, rushing to the pawn shop.

Fisher leaned Richard against the wall in the safe room, and looked at the wound. It was seeping blood, and Richards ripped shirt got destroyed in the process.

"He's bleeding out here!" Fisher said, his hands over Richards wounds.

Alex took a look at his cuts.

"They're not as deep as they appear. But he does need to rest in here. Give him a few hours." She said, looking to the distraught group.

"So, what do we do from here. There are these things mutating now, and if we don't learn how to stop them, were fucked." Carey whimpered.

"We…stay…here…" Richard said. "We can move…later."

Alex sat down, and put her hand on Richard's leg. "You'll be fine." She said.

Richard smiled, and took a look at the safe room.

"Look for…supplies." He said.

Carey got up and immediately started to look for useful items. When he started looking, Fisher decided to look at a map of the United States.

"Everything's gone." He said. "L.A., New York, Seattle…well, it looks like New Orleans is holding on."

Richard straightened. "Safe zone?" He thought for a few minutes.

"Where do we go?" Alex asked.

"We go where rescue is, and if fate is with us, we won't have to go far." Richard said, pain in his voice.

The safe room was small, and it reeked of urine and death. Fisher turned his nose to the barred window of the safe room door.

"Hey!" He shouted. "A Burger Tank!" He squealed, hopping up and down.

"Looks like I know where were going next." Richard sighed.

Richard thought about the unbelievable circumstances they were in. Outside, a megaphone sounded.

"To anyone who can hear this, proceed to Mercy Hospital! I repeat, proceed to Mercy Hospital for evacuation!"