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Chapter Three
To The Sewers

"Well crap."

Zoey's life quickly flashed before her eyes. After a few seconds, she snapped herself out of the trance. She backed away slowly from the train car. The sobbing got quieter. The growling, however, erupted into a roar. She looked behind her and saw the hunter back on its feet.
"Damn. And close to a witch too," she breathed. The hunter roared a challenge at Zoey. The girl looked for an escape. There was no way around the situation.
"I am so screwed," she muttered nervously, the feeling of déjà vu washing over her. She pulled out a Molotov and a lighter. The hunter seemed to coil up like a spring before it charged her. She lit the fabric and threw it at the hunter. The bottle crashed on the ground, splattering old alcohol in front of the hunter. The hunter screeched loudly in pain, fire dancing onto his body. Zoey lifted her pistols, waiting for the hunter to fly out of the fire. The hunter ran around the fire, having got the tiny flame off of his sleeve. He glared at her and sprung from his position. Zoey aimed and open fired. The hunter fell in a heap.

She let go of the breath she was holding. She quickly reloaded and threw the body of the hunter into the still burning fire.
"That should deal with you. Now where's that witch…?" Zoey grumbled. She shut off her light and looked around. She snuck into the train car quietly, putting her pistols away. The crying continued to get louder.
"Shit. Shit. Shit," she chanted under her breath. It was an understatement to say that she was scared. Finally, the witch came into Zoey's line of sight. The girl froze on spot. She remembered the last encounter all too clearly.

The witch was at the end of the train. It seemed to stare at her for a couple seconds, then go back to crying. Zoey couldn't help but wonder why these creatures cried so much. What she did know was the immediate threat this creature currently posed, and that was all that mattered at this point.
'How am I going to get around this…?' she thought. She was shaking slightly. Zoey gulped and took a step forward, causing the creature to growl. She immediately retreated to the previous train car. Hyperventilating, Zoey peered around the corner. The witch was settling down.
'Shit shit shit shit….' she repeated. She looked down at the pipe bomb and Molotovs she had with her.

She breathed in a long breath and held it. She threw the Molotov at the witch. It screamed in pain and started to get up. Zoey shivered at the realization of what she had done. She turned away from the screaming witch and bolted out of the train. She looked behind her at the witch, who was hot on her tail.
"Shit!" she shouted as she attempted to run faster. A gunshot pierced her ears. The witch screamed louder. Zoey glanced over her shoulder. The burning witch seemed to have given up on chasing her. She took the opportunity to open fire on the creature. It screamed again, eventually crumpling up on the ground.

"As anticlimactic as that was, damn, she's durable," Zoey commented. She looked around quickly for the source of the gunshot. She walked up to the train car. There was a discarded 9mm casing on the ground. She kneeled next to it and began to quietly debate whether she had a guardian angel or a stalker. She continued on threw the tunnel. She found a table with a hunting rifle lying on a table. A note was taped to it.

"Dear brown-haired girl,

Use this Ruger Mini-14 hunting rifle. It's already loaded with ammunition and I also attached a flash light to it. It should be just like a sniper rifle. Also, tell your biker friend that they are zombies, not vampires. Anyways, you should ditch the Uzi. You will be weighed down too much if you take it with you. Now hurry before the hunters make their way towards you."

"That's totally not creepy," Zoey said sarcastically. A soft giggle echoed into her ears.
"Great. Next, I'll see two little girls saying "Come play with us, Zoey"." A shivered ran up her spine as the giggle turned into laughter. She picked up the hunting rifle and shoved the note into her pocket. She went up a short flight of stairs and came to a room filled with zombies. Zoey sighed and picked the zombies off, quickly learning how to use her new rifle. Once she was finished, she slung the gun onto her back and walked to the other side. After another quick flight of stairs, she came across a generator room. It was already started up.

"I really hope this isn't going to lead to another one of those tanks," Zoey sighed. It was only then that she noticed her own negativity. Another sigh escaped her lips. She continued on without much trouble.
"Now I see why Francis and Bill hate stairs so much," she commented upon her fourth flight of stairs. She came to a front desk and grabbed a Molotov. She clutched it in her hand as if it would make everything better. She walked outside cautiously, ready to throw the Molotov at a moment's notice. Coming back out onto the street, Zoey heard three different things that gave her three different emotions. The first was the slow shuffling sounds of feet and the emotion of annoyance. The second was distant and close gunfire, renewing hope that still seemed to be a far cry from where she stood. The third felt like the most important. It was the roar of a tank, causing her fear to push her other emotions aside. Zoey turned and saw that the tank was already almost on top of her. She turned around and fled for a nearby pawn shop. A couple zombies were inside, but they were far from being any kind of concern. She saw the red steel door of a safe room and ran inside. She heard the door slam behind her. She turned, not seeing a single soul on both sides of the locked door. The tank appeared on the other side of the door, causing Zoey fall back and scream. The creature roared, pounding at the door to get at its trapped prey. She hid in a corner and cried herself to sleep, the constant discharge of a gun outside being her only comfort.