The Hunger (Book 2): Consumed (32 page)

“MacGuyver would be proud,” Greg said.  He hadn’t been quiet for more than a minute.

We walked to the tracks and turned left, heading for the tunnel.  I hopped down, trying not to roll my ankles on the rails.  The darkness in the tunnel was all encompassing.  You couldn’t have paid me to walk into it a month ago.  I wasn’t a big fan of the dark.  I was even less of a fan of crazy people that were turning into vampires though, so I kept going.

“I don’t know about this, bro...”

“You’re welcome to head back up the stairs.”  I wished he would – it would save me a lot of headaches.

The next station was only a couple of blocks away so I figured it wouldn’t take us too long to get to the next station.  Walking in the tunnel turned out to be a little more difficult than I anticipated though, so our pace went slower than I’d hoped.  The sound of Greg’s sandals started grating on my nerves right away.  I thought about throwing them off into the darkness and making him walk barefoot.

The mop head burned down pretty quickly, so I took my shirt off and tired it around the end of the handle, adding more fuel to the fire.  The shirt burned better than the mop head did, so we had a bit more light for a few minutes.  I found a pair of old pants on the ground that I picked up and took with us to burn a little later.  I tried not to think about the oily, nasty stuff that covered one of the legs.  God only knows why someone would walk on the tracks
and
take their pants off.

We’d been walking for about twenty minutes when I first noticed the smell.  I’d describe it as rancid, but that didn’t seem strong enough.  It reminded me of a time when I went on vacation for two weeks and forgot about the carton of milk in the fridge.  This smell was like that, but worse, and it permeated everything.

“Did you fart, bro?”

“Yeah, it smells like an animal crawled up my ass and died when I fart.”

“Damn man, you should probably see a doctor about that.”

“For the love of—”

I stepped in a large pool of water, breaking my thought process.

“Bro, that was a wet fart too.  I can actually feel it in the air.  This is fucking disgusting.”

“Shut up,” I hissed.

The humidity had risen rather sharply when I noticed the smell.  It felt like we were swimming as much as walking, which Greg the Moron thought came from my ass for some reason.  Why was there so much water in the air down here?  The temperature was pretty low, so the entire thing had me concerned.

I stepped in another puddle and cursed when I felt the water run into my shoes.  Our torch had almost burned out so I wrapped the pants I’d found around the end of the mop handle and waited for it to light before continuing.  The fabric burned better than I expected and I could see the walls of the tunnel for the first time since we left the station.  Almost every inch of them had been covered in some kind of goo.

“What the hell is this stuff, bro?”

I didn’t know what was covering the walls, but I recognized what I was standing in.  The puddle of water was actually a pool of blood.  It ran along the ground, like a river of crimson.

“Oh shit.”  I held the torch over my head, trying to see further ahead.

The light from the flames flickered off of two spots further down the tunnel.

“Do you see—”

The two spots moved.

“Are those eyes, bro?”

“I think so.”

Fortunately for us, vampires don’t have eyes.  The converts did though.  I didn’t want to try and fight one of those things down here with nothing more than a flaming mop.  I looked around in a hurry and spotted a door.  It could have been some kind of utility closet, or a maintenance entrance.  If it was the latter, we might be able to get to the surface faster than I thought.

The eyes moved then.  They flew forward, blinking in and out in quick succession, their height dropping as they came toward us.  I lowered the torch in front of me, hoping to fend off whatever it was.

A severed head rolled to a stop in front of Greg.

“Fuck me, bro!”

The shriek of a vampire exploded throughout the tunnel, making me wince.  The sound had a devastating effect in such tight quarters.  I saw the outline of the beast ahead of us, walking forward on all fours.  Engorged muscles flexed with each step.  The reasoning for the converts not wanting to come into the subway hit me then.  They knew what hid in the darkness.

“Oh shit,” I said.  “I think we found where they hide during the day.”

I took off for the door, unsure if I would make it before the vampire pounced on me.  Its speed was incredible and it closed the distance between us in an instant.  I grabbed the door knob, praying it would be unlocked, and cried out in triumph when it turned.  I threw the door open and spun inside, never taking my hand off the knob.  Greg ran in as I swung it closed, squeezing through the opening.  I had planned on closing it, whether he made it or not.

The door felt solid and was made of some kind of metal.  I didn’t think it would hold long, but at least it hadn’t been made of balsa wood.

“Did you see that thing?” Greg asked.  His eyes looked like they were about to bug out of his head.

I waived the mop around, trying to get a bearing on our situation.  The room didn’t lead anywhere – it was just a maintenance closet.  We were screwed.  I slid to the far wall, putting my back against it.  My hands shook like crazy, making the light flicker around the room.  I took off my pack and threw it to the ground.  I couldn’t believe the only weapon I had was a stupid mop handle.  I might as well have been holding a toothpick.

Fucking Greg.  If I hadn’t let him come back to the vault with me, none of this would have happened.  He just had to play that shitty music in the middle of the street.  I’d survived for weeks by myself.  Now I was going to die less than twelve hours after picking him up.  I looked over at him, preparing to hit him in the head with the mop, when I remembered that he had his messenger bag.

“Your bag!  Give me your bag!”  I tore it from his shoulder, dropping the makeshift torch to the ground.

I pulled at the cover too hard and heard the fabric rip.  Greg protested beside me as I tipped the bag over and dumped the contents on the floor, hoping for something flammable that I could put in front of the door.  The light would keep it at bay for a little while, giving me some time to figure out what to do.

“What the hell is this?” I asked as I looked at the objects on the floor.

He had brought four porno magazines and a large bottle of hand lotion.  No clothes, weapons, food, or water.

“Hey bro – it’s lonely at the end of the world, ya know?”

“You stupid mother—”

The door exploded inward.  A large, incredibly muscled vampire stepped inside the room, walking on all four like a silverback.  It shrieked at us, exposing two pairs of four inch long canine teeth, and sending globs of spittle to the floor.

“Fuck you, Greg,” I said as the vampire lunged at us.

*****

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