"Chapter 3-Rights of the Dead"
He felt blood run down his nose. That feeling woke Dmitry up. He was dazed and confused to what was going on at that moment. He was tied to a chair and a black bag was strapped to his head. His face was flaring in pain as if someone had beaten him.
"Good he is awake." An echo said. "Now he can hear his punishment."
The bag was removed from his head and he was blinded by a light shining at him. When the light turned off he looked to see he was in the middle of the stations platform and that people were sitting in bleachers to his left and right were staring at him. In front of him sat three men about five meters away.
"To be hanged!" said the man in front of him.
The bag was put over his head and he was hit again in his head. He didn't pass out but he didn't resist when he was dragged away and thrown into a cell. He moved the bag over his head and looked at the guard who was just locking the gate.
"Hey don't worry I'll take care of that girl for you." He smirked at Dmitry and walked away laughing.
Dmitry looked at his hands. This is how it ends? He hasn't even been out of his station for twelve hours and he is about to be hanged. Every one was so nice to him until now. He didn't think that there were places like this but it was very true.
"What are you in for?" a voice said.
Dmitry looked left. A dirty man sat in another cell.
"I killed an officer." Dmitry said.
"Yeah and I am the barbarian who killed everyone at black staion." The man laughed.
Dmitry didn't know why. The man looked at Dmitry curious. He was an old man about forty maybe. He had a purple jacket on with baggy tan pants.
"What have you not heard about black station? Well a lone Ranger butchered every Nazi that was in the station and even killed the ones that occupied the outpost belonging to Hole station."
"Rangers, I have heard a lot of talk about them. I heard they murdered bandits at dry station." Dmitry said. "So why are you hear?"
"I am not a pure Russian. My name is Zachery Tyler. My mother was born an American and moved to Russia with my father. I lived in Moscow way before the bombs fell, ending the world."
"Why?" Dmitry asked. "Why did we nuke the world and turn it into this underground shit?"
The man paused and seemed to gather his thoughts.
"The leaders of the old world were greedy, irresponsible and undependable. It's irrelevant on how the world ended. We are here, no worth talking about what could have been. No worth explaining."
The man chuckled and he closed his eyes and seemed to fade off to sleep.
"We will be dead soon." He grumbled
He was right. Soon the guard would be here and then there is no going back. He will be hanged. His station will die. Dmitry closed his eyes to. He thought about his station. His mother and older sister, who are waiting for him at Voikovaskya. This is the end of his short road. He dozed off for about an hour or so. He dreamt about Vera for some unknown reason. Her dark red hair and pretty blue eyes. She was standing in front of the tent he had first seen her. She was staring blankly forward. Then she started to cry. This had woken Dmitry. A man and the guard before stood outside his cell. He unlocked it and the new man who was wearing a black long cassock entered in.
"Mr. Volonsky is it not?" he said
Dmitry nodded.
"Well my boy. You are to be executed immediately by hanging ordered by the Führer himself."
Then the guard grabbed Dmitry put a bag over his head and he dragged Dmitry out the prison.
He had been standing there for a long time. Dmitry Volonsky was about to be executed for the murder of a Nazi officer.
He was standing on what seemed to be a wooden platform. He could hear a lot of talking in front of him. Chit-chat, gibberish and even a comment on what really happened to the officer. Dmitry didn't care, all he wanted was water. When he woke in his cell his mouth was really dry. He felt someone else walking toward him on his right.
"Hello Dmitry." He said in a whisper.
"Water." Dmitry crocked.
"Water? Where am I supposed to find you water now? Just hang on son. It will be over soon." The man said and removed Dmitry's bag.
In mass. About a fifty Nazi solders stood below on the main platform looking at Dmitry. All men decked out in uniforms and armor. There were a few women and children but they seemed to be civilians.
"Dmitry!" a familiar voice shouted.
It was Vera who was to the right of him, with a rope around her neck to.
"Kid!" A recent voice said. It was Taylor.
He was also about to be hanged.
The man in the cassock walked toward a lever and grabbed it in one hand.
"My brothers and sisters of the Fourth Reich, today I execute the man who killed Commander Victor Petrovich and as a treat for us, a non-Russian soul." He said.
"A Commander." Dmitry thought and smiled a little.
"Glory! Glory! Glory!" the crowed shouted.
"May this be a lesson to the whole Metro that we will not tolerate betrayal, now without further hesitation." The man said and pulled the lever.
Taylor dropped from a trap door. Dmitry heard a snap. Taylor's death was quick.
"Glory! Glory! Glory!" The crowed rallied.
"Now for the murderer!" Said the executioner
Instantly Dmitry dropped. A little hole in the floor opened. He was hanging there, struggling for air. His neck didn't snap so he had to suffer the chocking pain. His eyes watered up and red started to take over his eyes. He could barley see or hear. What he saw was enough. A yellow light and a loud siren went off. The crying voices and sounds of gunfire were all that Dmitry heard then no more.