Only The Living (Lost Survival Series Book 1) Read Free Page B

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    Leo thought about it carefully for a moment, then motioned for his wife to follow him. “We've been here on holiday before — there should be a way through to the station, directly through this mall. Even if the trains have stopped, there could still be an evacuation service... Kid, I hope you’re right about this. I can't deal with any more freaks. "
    With a tense nod in response, all I cared about was getting some distance from those bloodied ragdolls we'd seen on the bridge. They didn't seem like ‘freaks’ to me... just regular people, desperate for help.
    As we charged past the various abandoned shops, it suddenly hit me that the entire complex was completely dead. Where did everyone go? Are they already…?
    Each compartment was either left open with all the lights on, or had the shutters down in complete darkness. Perhaps the owners were still trapped inside, hiding — seemed like a better idea than sprinting across the centre and attracting all sorts of unwanted attention.
    Leo crashed against the marble walls every time we turned a sharp corner; his wrecked arm was obviously holding him back, as much as he refused to admit it. The wound did look pretty nasty, but his 'tough-dad' attitude told me that he would be pissed if I asked whether I could help.
    We finally made it to a widened staircase, and at the bottom I could just barely see the base of a turnstile. We'd arrived at Waverly Station, against all odds. I let out a sigh of relief, knowing that the only thing left to do was to see if any of the trains were still being operated. Then I can just go home and forget this nightmare...
    All four of us hobbled towards the only lit-up train in the station. As soon as we got to the other side of the tracks, we could see dozens of terrified people pushing and yelling as they demanded to know what was going on.
    After an oblivious second or two of staring into the crowd, my heart began to sink... It was painfully clear, just by looking at the number of potential passengers.
    Not everyone would be able to fit onto the train.
    My gaze aligned with the very front carriage, where a concerned train conductor tried not to acknowledge the angry mob surrounding him. Leo’s wife clutched her child’s hand tighter, whispering to her husband in a  hushed tone.
    “...They know that someone’s going to be left behind... Oh, this is just awful.”
    The husband didn't seem to react.
    “...Leo? What's wrong, honey?”
    His eyes rolled until they were completely white, and he hit the station floor.
    “...Help!! My husband... Someone help!!” she screamed. A handful of passengers ran over to Leo’s aid, now writhing in agonizing pain.
    Blood trickled out from under his arm, and someone from the concerned group took it upon themselves to investigate. They slowly retracted the red-stained sleeve to reveal the gushing bite wound. Everyone reacted like it was fire, all of them fleeing back to the train as they smacked on the doors and desperately cried for help.
    I didn't see what they thought the train conductor could do for Leo. At the time, I thought they were still trying to help us. The man had stopped breathing, his wife throwing herself to the ground and screaming his name through panicked tears.
    I yelled for someone, anyone to do something... Ian ran up to the crowd, but they pushed him back with extreme paranoia. They were trying to get away... from us.
    “S-Stay back!! Don't fucking touch me!” The distrust in the crowd’s eyes felt intense, like they knew something we didn't. I was confused, but it slowly became clear that it was too late to save the man.
    His wife tried giving him some kind of CPR, for a full three minutes. Unfortunately, nothing was happening. His little girl begged for her daddy to wake up, but he didn’t budge. It was all too much for me to handle.
    Once again, I was frozen in place by the surrounding tragedies. I had only just met the man, and without any warning, he’d simply