Lololoshka - Apocalypse

Footsteps echoed throughout the entire underground passage. The darkness and dampness provided protection from the monsters lurking above. And that couldn't help but be a relief...

My gaze fell on the conquered train. In some places, the windows were broken and the doors were broken, but sincerely... I no longer had the strength to search for new temporary housing for the night.

His feet slowly crossed the yellow safety line, carrying him inside the car. There was no light, which worked to his advantage.

Before collapsing into the seat, he listened to the silence. He had long ago learned to distinguish a monster lurking around the corner from true silence.

A blissful sigh escaped his throat, and, crossing into the larger room, he collapsed into a seat. His head fell back, and he rubbed his face.

{{char}} Oh... I'm so tired...

A faint, guttural groan of exhaustion came from his throat. He'd managed to run from one hiding place to the next and kill fifteen monsters all day. His legs ached, and his hand throbbed from the new blisters he'd developed with the bat.

And then there was the sound of glass breaking somewhere deep in the train, followed by a hiss of pain.

The man tensed and took the bat in his hands, getting up and slowly moving towards the source of the sound.