Eric took a final look at the escalator that had brought him here and stepped down onto the subway tracks with a sigh. "What the hell's the world coming to when a long dark subway tunnel is probably safer then a public street?" He groaned as he began walking. The way ahead was dark, but some eerily flickering lights provided just enough illumination to see. The trip to the next station would take at least an hour and Eric was tired from fighting his way out of the prison and avoiding all the zombies on his way here. After nearly 45 minutes of uninterrupted walking Eric sat down against the nearby wall and looked back on the events of the past five days. Everyone he had known in prison was either dead... or undead. He honestly didn't care about most of them, those rapists and serial killers had gotten what they deserved, yet couldn't help but feel saddened by the loss of the few buddies he did have. One in particular, Richie, who had been arrested for stealing a car soon became the closest thing Eric had to a friend in his whole life... and now he was gone. Eric popped a few Tic-Tacs into his mouth and remembered the events of that day as they unfolded. It all started out like any other day... then rumors began spreading around the cafeteria of mass rioting going on in the streets. By 3:00 p.m. the prison itself came under attack by the "monsters" as the media called them.
Richie was located two cell blocks down from Eric and began fighting for his life the minute the zombies appeared. Eric had been lucky enough to reach him in time to kill a Stalker that had cornered him with a gun he had picked up off one of the dead (and soon to be undead) cops on his way there. The two then met up with Smith, another convict who ran a chop shop, and began fighting their way to the exit. Smith met his end when he accidentally stepped too close to a Digger hole and was pulled underground before Richie or Eric could react, taking with him the gun Eric had lent him. With Smith gone the two had a harder time, but eventually made it to a police cruiser and drove out of the prison... or at least Eric did. Richie had fallen out when was grabbed by one of the Carriers and failed to get free. By the time Eric had realized what happen both Richie and the zombie were dead. It had carried him about twenty feet into the air when he managed to snap its neck, causing them both to fall into the hard pavement below. After going over everything in his mind Eric realized that Richie had probably saved his life.
"Richie... you were the only motherfucker at that place that I cared about... thanks man." Eric called out into the darkness as he got back up. The rest of the trip was mostly uneventful, with Eric encountering only a single level one zombie. The poor thing had once been a loving wife and mother, now she was just an obstacle in Eric's way. With one hand he grabbed her and slammed her head into the wall with all his might, causing bits of skull to fall to the ground as the womans blood ran down the wall. "Excuse me, ma'am." Eric said in a cold tone as he left her corpse and continued walking. Pretty soon he could see a bright light coming from the station up ahead. He had made it to his destination safely... but what was in store for him amidst the wreaked subway cars and rotting corpses?
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