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.Okay, she's okay and we're going now.A small, tinny version of the intercom voice andalarms blared out of the tiny room's control board."There are two minutes until detonation."Claire had dropped the oddly shaped rifle and washitting buttons, throwing switches, her attention fixedon the console.A giant mechanical hum suddenlyenveloped them, a growing, whining rumble thatmade Claire grit her teeth; Sherry couldn't tell if itwas a smile, but she smiled as she felt the trainlurch and start to move, taking them away from theplatform.Claire turned, saw Sherry standing behind her, andtried to smile.Claire rested one hand on Sherry'sshoulder, but didn't say anything - so Sherry didn'teither, waiting to see what would happen.The train started to go faster, sliding past dimly lithalls and platforms, the tunnel in front of them darkand empty.Sherry let the warmth of Claire's handremind her that they were friends, that whateverhappened, Claire was her friend.and she saw a man, a policeman, stumble intoview ahead on the left, and then the train was glidingpast him, his eyes wide and searching and desperatein his dirty face."Claire!""I see him."Claire turned and ran out of the booth, her foot-steps clattering through the metal train car, sprintingto the door.She hit the control and the door slid open,the booming, grinding sounds of the subway billowinginto the closed space."Leon!" she screamed."Hurry!"She jerked back suddenly, a wall sliding by, andspun around looking as desperate as the man -- Leon - had.After another second she turned backand closed the door."Did he make it?" Sherry asked, realizing thatClaire couldn't possibly know, even as the wordscame out of her mouth.Claire came to her and put an arm around her, asthe train kept going faster and her face knotted withworry.and the voice in the intercom told them they hadone minute left.and the door in the back of the car opened.Instumbled Leon, his arm wrapped with a shredded,stained bandage, his hair matted with dark, dried goo, his eyes bright and blue in the mask of dirt."Full throttle!" he shouted; Claire nodded, andLeon blew out a heavy breath.He staggered towardthem, the train shifting back and forth, speeding now,rocketing through the tunnel.He put his arm aroundClaire, and Claire hugged him tightly."Ada?" Claire whispered."Ann.the scientist?"Leon shook his head, and Sherry saw that he mightcry."No.I didn't - no."".thirty seconds until detonation.Twenty-nine.twenty-eight."The woman's voice kept counting down, the num-bers seeming to come twice as fast as they should, andSherry buried her face in Claire's warm side, thinkingabout her mom.Mom and Dad.She hoped thatthey'd gotten out, that they were safe somewhere,but they're probably not.They're probably dead.Sherry could hear Claire's heart pounding, and shehugged her friend tighter, thinking that she wouldthink about it later.".five.Four.Three.Two.One.Sequence com-plete.Detonation."For a second, there was no sound at all.The alarmshad finally stopped, and the clattering movement ofthe racing train was all there was to hearand then there was an explosion, a muffledsound, a shoomp sound that kept going, growing,becoming huge.Sherry closed her eyes and the train rocked sud-denly, horribly, and they were all thrown to the metalfloor as bright, burning light flickered through thewindow, as the sounds of a car crash blasted allaround them, heavy thumps raining over the roofand the train kept going.It kept going, and thelight went away, and they weren't dead.The blinding flash dissipated, faded, and Leon feltthe tension leaking out of his body.He rolled onto hisside, and saw Claire sitting up, reaching for the handof the young girl next to her."Okay?" Claire asked the girl, and the child nod-ded.Both of them turned to him, their faces express-ing what he felt - shock, exhaustion, disbelief, hope."Leon Kennedy, this is Sherry Birkin," Claire said,saying the words carefully, the slightest accent on"Birkin." He got the message even without the inten-sity of her gaze, nodding his understanding beforesmiling at the girl."Sherry, this is Leon," Claire continued."I methim when I had just gotten to Raccoon."Sherry returned his smile, a weary, too-adult smilethat seemed out of place; she was too young to smile like that.One more rotten deed to lay at Umbrella's door,innocence stolen from a child.For a few seconds, they just sat there on the floor,staring at one another, smiles fading all around.Leonhardly dared to hope that it was really over, that theywere leaving the terror behind.Again, he saw hisfeelings mirrored in front of him, in Sherry's worriedbrow and Claire's tired gray eyes.and when they heard the distant squeal of metalcoming from somewhere at the back of the train, hedidn't see any surprise.A rending, tearing screechfollowed by a heavy, somehow stealthy thump andthen nothing.Should've known it isn't over."Zombie?" Sherry whispered, the word almost lostin the gently clattering sound of the speeding train."I don't know, sweetie," Claire said softly, and forthe first time, Leon noticed that her left leg was rippedto shit, blood oozing from several ragged scratches;he'd been too amazed at his, at their narrow escape tosee it before."How about I go take a look?" Leon said, taking hiscue from Claire, keeping his voice mild and even; nopoint in scaring Sherry any worse.He stood up,nodding toward Claire's leg."Sherry, why don't you stay here with Claire, keepan eye on that leg? I'll see if I can find some bandageswhile I'm checking things out; don't let her move,okay?"Sherry nodded, her small face intent with purposethat again was too old for her years."Got it.""I'll be back in a minute," he said, and turnedtoward the back of the swaying train, praying that itwas nothing at all and knowing better, as he reachedfor the Remington and went to see.Leon opened the door, the sounds of the rollingtrain amplified for a second before it closed behindhim.Claire couldn't see him enter the next car fromher position on the floor, and wished she'd been inshape to go with him; if there was something else onthe train, Sherry wasn't safe, none of them were -- don't think like that, it's nothing.It's over -- like it was over with Mr.X?"What should I do?" Sherry asked, pulling Claireaway from the disheartening thoughts."Direct pres-sure, right?"Claire nodded."Yeah, except we're both prettygrimy, and I think it's starting to clot.Let's see if Leoncomes back with something clean."She trailed off, her thoughts going back to Mr.X. There was something nagging at her but she was alittle dizzy from the blood she'd lost.G-Virus.It wanted the G-Virus before.Why had Mr.X come to the subway platform? Whyhad it been trying to get inside the train, unless.Claire struggled to get up, fighting her swimminghead and the throbbing pain in her leg."Hey, don't move," Sherry said, a look of deepdistress in her eyes."Leon said to stay still!"She might have been able to overcome her physicalproblems, but seeing Sherry on the edge of panic wastoo much; if there was some G-Virus creature onboard, if that was why Mr.X had come, Leon wouldhave to face it alone.She couldn't leave Sherry [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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