Still feeling weak I fell onto the floor the hallway, his John desperately trying to get

free from the rapidly enveloping tendrils around his leg.

As their grip tightened his service weapon still in his holster fell on the ground out

of each of him.

What are you waiting for?

Get the hell out of here!

Yeld, if using his orders I dove to the floor and grab his gun with the absolute minimal

amount of firearms knowledge that I possessed.

I picked up the weapon and I started firing at the center of the creature, frantically

pulling the trigger and I didn't stop.

I didn't stop until the excessively loud shops were replaced with silent clicks.

Though the rounds barely fazed the creature at loose and his grip on John just enough

from the crawl away from certain death.

I helped him to his bleeding feet and together we rushed through into the next train car

where we pulled loose some chairs and used them as a poorly constructed blockade to slow

down the creature.

We continued to the car, repeatedly tripping over the dozens of corpses littering the floor

on.

I took a peek back at the barricade to see the creature slowly, seeping its way through

a black fog before reforming itself into the other side.

Hurry up, John yelled at me.

The creature had almost fully formed by the time we got through to the next car.

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