Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 196 Miracle
As soon as they entered the tunnel, three people lit a lamp with countless candles at the front of the queue, driving away the darkness ahead.

None of them spoke, and the silence was depressing and suffocating.

Obviously, this is the performance of specially trained people.But Homer always has a feeling that after their bodies have been tempered and acquired various skills, their minds have suffered an unbearable temper.

Now these soldiers in front of his eyes have completely turned into tools for killing people. All the elements in them have no will of their own. From the outside, one person is exactly the same as another person, and everything is going according to plan.

As long as someone gave the order to "fire," others would not hesitate to sell Tula Station, or any other station, and shoot everyone alive on it.

Thank goodness they didn't choose to walk through the interstation tunnel where the trains with the infected imprisoned stopped.

Those unfortunates are delayed by the date of the Last Judgment: they will step down the station of Tula first, and then they will be dealt with.

The marching column suddenly slowed down at an order Homer hadn't noticed.

It took a minute for Homer to realize that they were about to enter Tula Station.

The silence as transparent as glass was suddenly pierced by a scream like a nail...

There was also a sound that he just heard that almost made the old man doubt his own sanity. It was an amazing music composed by drops of water that did not belong to Tula at all, and slowly flowed out towards the marching column.

The phone completely swallowed the old man, and he couldn't hear or see anything except the intermittent inaudible voice.

Sasha made up her mind that there could never be a better time to escape.

Sasha rushed out of the reception room in an instant. Leonid, who was waiting outside, grabbed her and ran away - first to the transfer channel to Serpukhov, and then to the transfer channel to Tula Station. tunnel.

There are people out there who need her, and there are lives she can protect.

He should take her to the hunter.

"Aren't you afraid?" Sasha asked the musician.

"Scared." He laughed, "but I have a hunch, I finally did something worth doing."

"It is not your duty to venture with me... What if we die? You can stay here now, without going anywhere!"

"The future of man eludes man." Leonid raised his fingers and puffed his cheeks with the expression of a sub-scholar.

"Your future is in your hands," Sasha retorted.

"Forget it." The musician laughed.

"You and I are just mice in a maze. We stand in passages with countless crossings. Those who observe us sometimes grab these doors, and sometimes they don't."

"Now if the stadium station door is down, no matter how much you claw at that door, you can't get through."

"If there is a mousetrap behind the next door, even if you have a different premonition, you will still fall into the trap because you have no other way to go."

"There are only two options in front of you - either keep running, or take a little breather in the name of protest."

"You live like this, don't you feel frustrated and wronged?" Sasha frowned.

"I am very wronged, but the structure of my spine does not allow me to lift my neck to see who is doing such an experiment." The musician replied.

"There is no maze." Sasha bit her lips lightly. "Rats can even chew on cement."

"You're a rebel," Leonid laughed, "and I'm an idiot."

"No." She shook her head, "You believe that people can be changed."

"I want to believe it," the musician corrected.

They hurried through the abandoned level: in the bonfire that was still extinguished and still slightly alive, unburned coals overflowed, and there was a greasy and dilapidated magazine lying inside, with the words on the cover. Nudes can be seen faintly, and the Hansa flag that is about to fall is still hanging alone on the wall.

Ten minutes later, they encountered the first body.

You'd be hard-pressed to be sure that it was the corpse of a man, his hands and feet stretched out, so fat that the clothes on top were torn.

The corpse looked very tired, and the deceased seemed to want to lie down and rest so that he could recover his strength as soon as possible.

His face was scarier than any monster's face Sasha had ever seen in her life.

"Be careful!" Leonid grabbed her hand so that she didn't touch the corpse, "he's infected!" "So what?" Sasha asked, "isn't there a cure for the disease! We're here Everyone in this place has been infected with germs."

There was the sound of gunfire ahead, and there was also the faint sound of shouting.

"We were just in time," the musician pointed out. "It seems your friends haven't arrived yet."

Sasha gave him a terrified look, then said excitedly and confidently:
"It's nothing, let's tell them! They always thought there was no cure for this disease... just let us give them hope!"

Next to the open airtight door was another corpse—this one still resembling a human being.

Next to him was an iron box of communication equipment, which hissed desperately from time to time, as if someone had been trying to wake up the eternally sleeping guard.

At the exit of the tunnel, hidden behind the scattered bundles, several corpses lay.

It looked like one of them was a machine gunner and two were submachine gunners—just a defensive team.

They went on, and at the moment when the side walls of the narrow tunnel disappeared suddenly, the platform of the Tula station appeared before them, and the terrible crowd rioted and approached the people who surrounded them.

Among them were the infected, the ordinary, and the deformed, deformed by the disease.Someone with a flashlight in his hand,

Another group of people has no need for light.

And those who guard the tunnels.

But the bullets were exhausted, the shooting sound became less and less, and those arrogant and crazy people approached step by step.

"Reinforcement?!" One of the besiegers turned to Sasha, "Guys, they called Dubrynin! Reinforcements are here!"

The hordes of monsters also got excited, and they turned to approach Sasha and the musicians...

"Everyone listen to me!" Sasha yelled. "There's a medicine! We've found it! You're not going to die! Please bear with me! Please, please bear with me!"

The crowd completely despised her words, roared with dissatisfaction, and attacked the defending soldiers again.

The machine gunner fired viciously at the crowd, several people fell down in each direction, and some rudely responded to the crowd with submachine gun bullets.

The crowd boiled and rushed forward completely out of control. They planned to step over the guards, including Sasha and Leonid.

But something unexpected happened.

A flute sounded softly at first, then became more and more firm and louder.

In this case, there is nothing more stupid and amateurish to do.

The guards rewarded the musicians with dumbfounded looks, and the crowd roared and laughed and began to close again...

None of this has anything to do with Leonid.

He is just doing what he can do as much as he can, he has no other abilities, no attractive appearance, even though he bears the name of his father "Moskwin", he still has nothing.

He played, maybe not for them, but for himself—it was the most stirring melody, the one that fascinated Sasha, and when it was played, it always attracted many listeners.

Perhaps, for the sake of quelling the riot, there was no worse idea than to play the flute: it was the touching folly of the musicians, not the beauty of the flute, that the rush of the crowd was lessened.

Perhaps, the musician succeeded in waking up the people surrounding him and reminding them not to forget something...

The shooting sound also weakened, Leonid did not put down his flute, and continued to play...

It seems that the audience in front of him is just a group of ordinary audience, as if they will give him warm applause and give him bullets from time to time.

For a few seconds, Sasha seemed to see her father in the audience - he was smiling calmly, waiting for Sasha...

Sasha remembered: Leonid once told her that such a melody could relieve people's pain.

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At this time, there was a sudden rumbling sound inside the sealed door, which came faster than expected.

Combat time advanced?
In other words, the situation at Tula Station is not as bad as imagined?
Or, had the invaders left the station long ago and just closed the airtight door when they left?

The members of the detachment dispersed and hid themselves in the protrusion of the short pipe of the tunnel. Only four remained beside Denis Mikhailovich, that is, next to the gate, and they took up their weapons.

Now the door is moving slowly, and in 2 minutes, 40 members of the Sebasdopol heavy armed stormtroopers will rush into the Tula station.Any resistance will be suppressed, and soon the station will be under their control.

But the truth is much simpler than the colonel imagined.

Descius Mikhailovich had not had time to give the order to put on a gas mask.

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The marching column adjusted its formation, and the line became thinner—now a row of six men was as wide as the tunnel.The soldiers in the first row raised their flamethrowers, and the soldiers in the second row raised their rifles.

They rolled forward like a black torrent—deliberate and confident.

Over the broad shoulders of Homer, facing the white light of the searchlight, he saw the whole scene at once: a mass of guarding soldiers, two thin figures - Sasha and Leonid, and around them a group of Terrible patient.

The old man's heart kept falling, into a bottomless abyss.

Leonid played, magically, with uncanny enthusiasm, just like before.

The large group of patients listened eagerly, and the fallen soldiers raised their bodies slightly, trying to get a better look at the musicians.

The melody he played was like an invisible wall separating the two opposing sides, sustaining them and preventing them from falling in their desperate struggle.

"Get ready!" Suddenly someone from the men in black ordered.who is this !
All the soldiers in the first row knelt down on one knee at the same time, and those in the second row threw rifle rounds.

"Sasha!" Homer yelled.

The girl turned around suddenly and squinted her eyes because of the strong light.

Shielding her eyes with her palms, she walked slowly against the blinding light, as if against a gust of wind.

The crowd burned by the light curled up, moaning in pain...

The alien soldiers waited.

Sasha walked straight up to their line.

"Where are you? I need to talk to you, please!"

No one answered her.

"We have found a cure! This disease can be cured! No need to kill anyone! There is medicine!"

The Blackstone phalanx was as silent as a statue.

"Please! I know, you don't want...you want to save them...and save yourself..."

At this time, above the queue, it seemed that a person standing alone made a deep voice:
"Go away. I don't want to kill you."

"You can't kill anyone! There's a drug!" Sasha repeated desperately as she slid into formation, past the masked cookie-cutters, trying to find the one among them.

"Drugs don't exist."

"Radiation! Radiation can heal!"

"I do not believe."

"I beg you!" Sasha yelled hoarsely.

"This station should be cleaned."

"Don't you want to change this?! Why do you keep doing what you did before? With aliens?! Why don't you want to be forgiven?"

The statue made no more sound, and the crowd began to draw closer.

"Sasha!" Homer begged the girl by name, but she couldn't hear anything.

"Nothing can be changed. There is no need to ask forgiveness from anyone," said the voice at last. "I raise my hand to... to... I have been punished."

"To your heart!" Sasha didn't back down.

"You can let yourself go! You can prove it! Why are you still obsessed? Everything in front of you is a mirror! This is a replay of what you did a year ago! You can make another choice now...Give yourself a chance ...I am worthy of this opportunity!"

"I should destroy all the monsters." The voice was very hoarse.

"You can't!" Sasha yelled.

"No one can! It's in me, it's sleeping in everyone's body! It's a part of our body, a part of our soul... When it wakes up... you can't kill it, you can't cut it off! You Only temporarily calm it down...let it go back to sleep."

At this moment, a ragged soldier suddenly staggered through the motionless black phalanx, ran to the sealed door, found the iron box of the radio transmitter, picked up the microphone, and shouted desperately at it... …

But there was a short muffler sound, and the soldier fell to the ground.Seeing the blood, the crowd immediately became agitated: they seethed and howled.

The musician put the flute to his lips and played again, but the magic was gone.

Someone fired a shot at him, the flute rolled aside, and he covered his stomach with both hands...

With a relieved smile on his mouth, he fell down slowly.

Didn't get the girl even at the end, never had one.

But why should I laugh?

Why do you feel that you are so relaxed and happy?
The flare of the flamethrower shoots out flames.Soldiers are ready for a new round of launches and are taking another step forward.

Sasha lunged at Leonid, trying to squeeze through the crowd surrounding him, but they didn't want to hand over the musicians to the girls.

"No, don't!" She couldn't hold it anymore.

Someone was fighting against hundreds of monsters, someone was fighting against the killer army, and someone was fighting against the whole world, she yelled madly:

"A miracle will come!"

(End of this chapter)