Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 136 Interweaving
People can breathe in the air mixed with the fragrance of plants with joy...

He didn't know how they used to breathe this air, but it must have been wonderful.

He remembered his mother recalling flowers.

Su Mengfan stared at the creepy corpse of the unknown girl, thinking that she hadn't waited for the nightmare to end, nor had she seen that beautiful day.

He also doubted whether he would ever see that day.

How can he keep his desire to go back to the past from turning into a bubble like this girl's?

In all their years of existence on the subway, people haven't had enough strength to get them up the gleaming steps of an escalator.

Here was the way to their once glorious and glorious victories, but they now retreated, and they gradually adapted to the darkness.

Most have forgotten that humans once had absolute power over this world, others cherish its former glory, and still others curse it.

But no matter what kind of attitude they maintain, it finally shows that they are cowardly, dare not step out of their comfort zone, and dare not build a real paradise.

A horn sounded outside, and Su Mengfan rushed to the window.

A very peculiar car was parked on a field in front of the pavilion.

He had seen cars before, in pictures and photographs in books, far back in his childhood, before he climbed to the ground.

But no car looks quite like this.

Huge six-wheeled trucks were painted red.

There are two rows of seats in the rear and a white line on the side of the metal body.

There were pipes piled on the roof, and two swirling blue lights blinking.

But Su Mengfan couldn't escape.

Through the glass, he signaled with a flashlight and waited for the signal to answer.

The headlights of the truck flickered several times to let Su Mengfan pass.

But Su Mengfan couldn't leave the pavilion now, because two huge shadows swooped down one after another, and the first monster grabbed the roof of the truck with its claws, trying to lift it up.

But the car was too heavy, so the monster lifted the body about half a meter off the ground, tore off two pipes, and threw the pipes on the ground with an angry scream.

The second monster screamed and slapped the car, trying to overturn it, and the door swung open.

A man in hazmat suits jumped onto the asphalt, a hulking machine gun in his hand.

He waited a few seconds with the barrel held up, apparently trying to get the monster closer, and then fired.

The nasty chirping sound came from overhead again.

Su Mengfan hurriedly opened the lock, just as she was about to run outside.

A winged monster circled about 30 meters above his head, ready to strike again, but the other was nowhere to be seen.

"Get in the car!" shouted the man with the machine gun.

Su Mengfan ran towards the car, but saw the disappearing monster suddenly appear, its claws grabbed the man's shoulders, and instantly raised several meters.

Just like that, the man who was about to rescue Su Mengfan from the dire straits just now was captured by the monster in the blink of an eye.

And Su Mengfan immediately fired a few shots at the monster in the sky, then jumped on the pedal, got into the cab, and slammed the door behind him.

Had to drive away in the car.

Su Mengfan thought that the flying monsters would continue to chase them, but the car had already thrown them over 100 meters, and the monsters turned around and flew towards the All-Russian Exhibition Hall station.

It's not easy to go along the way:

The ground is strewn with trenches and breaches.

The asphalt was also cracked, and Su Mengfan could only move forward carefully, but the car was still stuck in one place. In the end, it took him nearly 5 minutes to cross the hill made of debris from the collapsed ruined bridge.

Su Mengfan looked out the window and pressed the machine gun in his hand.

The vehicle turned left and traveled down a straight, wide street bisected by a grassy field.

To the left is a row of mostly intact brick houses; to the right stretches a gloomy, dark forest.

There were several strong root-covered lanes that he had to make a detour.

But Su Mengfan could only take a quick look at all this when passing by.

"How beautiful!" Su Mengfan couldn't help sighing.

The Ostankino Tower, directly in front of the forest, soars into the sky, towering like a gigantic iron rod that struck the enemy long ago, a perfect dream-like structure.

Even in books and magazines, Su Mengfan has never seen such a building.

Along the way, he stared at the majestic outline of the tower with his mouth open in amazement, looking greedily, the joy of seeing a masterpiece of human beings intertwined with the realization of the ultimate hardship, he felt that such a masterpiece would never exist again.

"Boom!" Suddenly there was a loud noise, and with the shock wave, the car that even monsters could not grab was blasted tens of meters away.

Su Mengfan held the steering wheel tightly, hoping that she would not be spun out by the strong centrifugal force.

Under the shock wave, the car kept spinning.

It didn't stop until it hit a wall.
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At this moment, the first guided missile flew across the sky with fiery black smoke at lightning speed and attacked the center of the city.

Then three similar missiles streaked across the red sky like shooting stars.

Artyom snapped back to his senses, wishing the shooting would stop.

But suddenly he understood that it was all over.

A mass of orange flames engulfed the Ant Nest, a dark cloud shot into the sky, and new explosions circled around him.

The city collapsed in an instant, groaning wearily and dying.

Billowing smoke from the burning forest enveloped the city.

More missiles fell from the sky, and the melancholy of death and pain echoed in Artyom's soul.

He's desperately trying to find in his consciousness even a tiny bit of traces that once existed, filled and warmed him, and promised to help him and all humans, and make his existence meaningful.

But nothing remained of it, his consciousness like an abandoned subway tunnel, dilapidated and scarred.

Artyom deeply felt the life that had once illuminated him, and he knew that the light that pointed his way would never appear again.

"Did we really take care of them? Hey! They won't bother us!" said Colonel Miller, rubbing his hands.

"Oh, Artyom? Artyom!"

The entire Botanical Garden and VDNKh station became a scene of fire.

Billows of smoke rise lazily into the autumn sky, crimson flames mingling with the rays of the rising sun.

The heat and smoke became unbearable.

Artyom grabbed his gas mask, tore it off, and took a deep breath of the painfully cold air.

Then, he wiped the tears from his eyes, ignored anyone's cries, took the elevator, and started to descend.

He was going back to the subway, he was going home.

(End of this chapter)