Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 154 Fear
Fear and dread are not the same thing.

Fear is a stimulus that can drive people to act and create; fear paralyzes people's bodies, freezes people's thinking, and deprives people of their humanity.

Homer has gone through too many things in his life before he can figure out the difference between the two.

His Hunter, born without knowing what fear was, suddenly fell into fear.

But what terrified Hunter so much terrified Homer.

The corpse whose mask had just been torn off was very unusual.

Underneath the black rubber was darkened shiny skin, the lips were turned outwards, and the nose was broad and flat.

Homer hadn't seen a black man since the TVs with the music channels that were more than 20 years ago stopped showing them, but he had no trouble seeing that the man was of another race.

The situation was ridiculous, but he was still in shock.

Hunter had gotten under control, though, and his uncharacteristic fit didn't last a few minutes.

He approached the rail car again, illuminating the flattened face of the corpse, muttering indistinctly, and began roughly undressing the recalcitrant corpse.

Homer vouched with his head, and he heard the snap of severed fingers.

"It's so cruel... He's still human..." he accused in a voice just audible.

Did you get confused with someone?
Could it be that they have a deep hatred with Hunter, and Hunter wants to settle old scores with them like this?

When I was standing in Sebastopol before, I found that my Hunter was mentally abnormal, and the hideous scar on his face showed an attitude from the first impression of a person-this person cannot be provoked.

Later, following the stationmaster's explanation, he did not expect Hunter to take on this task.

The situation at the subway station at that time has already made everyone who heard the situation here daunted.

But unexpectedly, Hunter appeared.

Not only became his own Hunter, but also led his people to repel the short-term invasion of dark creatures.

But the good times did not last long, and the only way to solve the problem was to seek solutions from outside.

If you just blindly resist, the subway station will run out of ammunition and food sooner or later.

Sooner or later, the population will run out, and even he himself cannot escape that tragic fate.

The old man glanced at Hunter secretly, suppressed the disgust in his heart, and went to undress another corpse - it was a very ordinary corpse.

The girl didn't take part in the dismantling of the loot, and Hunter didn't need her to do it.

She walked a little further away, sat on the rails, and put her palm to her cheek.

The boy sits next to the girl.

Su Mengfan felt that the girl was crying, although the whimpering came through the mask, it sounded no different from laughter.

Homer dragged the bodies outside the door and piled them in a random pile.

Within a day and night, they would disappear without a trace.

After the day, the power of the city will be handed over. On those cruel nights, the beasts hide deep in the caves, waiting for the opportunity without complaint.

On the dark uniform, other people's blood was not very conspicuous, and the blood dried quickly.

The blood stains cling to the stomach and chest, as if wanting to return to the living body, causing skin itching and making people unconscious.

Was such a disguise, Homer asked himself, necessary for them?
He can only comfort himself in this way - in this way, he can avoid more casualties of others at the car factory station.

If Hunter's plan is realized, they will be treated as their own and pass through the station without resistance.

What if they are found out?

Can Hunter minimize the unnecessary casualties on this road home?

Hunter's bloodthirsty traits did not diminish, but instead infected Homer.

A third of all the killings they accomplished could not be explained in self-defense, but this was no ordinary tyranny.

Homer is often troubled by a thought-whether Hunter went to Tula Station not to save the local residents, but purely for the pleasure of killing?

Even if the people who unfortunately fell into the trap of Tula Station cannot find an effective way to resist this strange disease, it does not mean that such a way does not exist!
There are still places in the underworld where scientific wisdom still glimmers, where scientific research continues, new medicines are still being developed, serums are produced.

For example, Metropolis - the meeting point of 4 arteries, the heart of the metro, the last place that resembles a real city.

Covering the transfer corridor between Arbat, Bolovet, Lenin Library and Alexander Garden stations, where surviving doctors and scholars live, and the huge bunker near Tagan station, also owned by Hansa The Secret Science City of...

Besides, Tula station is not necessarily the first station to be infected with the germ, maybe someone has already conquered the disease.

Is it so easy to give up saving the lives of infected people?Homer kept asking himself that question.

Of course, Homer is now also a carrier of germs. From his own interests, he does not want to give up the fight against the disease.

Homer tried to compromise his reason with the imminent death, but his instinct drove him to find a way out, to find a way to save Tula Station, so that his hometown could be saved and his own life could be saved.

Hunter is also looking for a drug to fight the disease.

Just because he had said a few words to the guard at Tula Station, he wanted to punish the residents of the station to death, and he had now begun to punish them.

With a very clear lie - a rumor about bandits - he deceived the top leaders of the Sebastopol station and imposed his will on them.

Now he is ruthlessly proceeding to carry out this plan of his own, to burn the Tula station to the ground and burn it to the ground.

Maybe he knows some secrets that Homer and the owner of the notebook don't know, what happened at Tula Station is not what they imagined, and Hunter will subvert the whole incident from head to toe?
There is one thing that Homer seems to never forget for the rest of his life, and that is the look in the eyes of those young men when they bid farewell to the soldiers on duty at the northernmost guard post, as if they were looking at the corpse of a martyr.

These honored soldiers offered him their last honors with great joy and sorrow.

This is a farewell.

Looks like that are not for living people.

Homer felt like he was climbing a rickety movable ladder into the small cockpit of an unlandable plane that had been transformed into a hell car by skilled engineers from Japan.

The salty wind was blowing the bright imperial banners, the mechanics were busy in the summer fields, the motors of the engines were humming, and the potbellied commander-in-chief saluted.

There was samurai jealousy in those eyes that he glanced back and forth...

(End of this chapter)