It may have been half flooded but it was safer than waiting for death to find them up on the surface. As long as they stayed relatively close to the water, they'd have somewhere to hide. The vulturesque creatures roaming the skies, and devouring any vaguely meat-thing in their way, couldn't swim.
Most people chose to hide in basements or on boats already and after months of re-boarding their windows and hiding underneath beds and broken furniture, most of the safest places were already taken so a closed-off subway station was as good as they were going to get.
They tried not to think about the bodies they'd passed on the way or the one they hauled out of the flooded tunnel to keep their sanctuary somewhat clean. The meat (it was better to think of it as meat and ignore the way their clouded eyes seemed to follow you around the room) would make a decent enough distraction if it ever came to it.
As sirens screamed through the near deafening sound of leathery wings beating against each other, they huddled by the stagnant water and hoped for the best, already knowing what the worst was. Already knowing that something had killed in this tunnel before and could easily do so again.
Already hearing it coming back.
No comments:
Post a Comment