Army of the Damned

VOLUME 7 Chapter 6

Inside the decrepit and abandoned subway, echoes the sound of gunfire and the clang of metallic objects coupled with painful screams and groans.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE MADE OUT OF?!"

"CALL BACK UP! CALL ANYONE!"

"HOLY SHIT SHE'S FAST!"

"IS THAT A FUCKING KATANA?!"

Going through the incomplete subway station entrance tunnel, full of spider webs and inappropriate yet creative graffiti lies a bloody mess that painted the stained walls. As if a tornado of swords and machetes came flying through, slicing up everyone that came in its way. Limbs and organs scatter the dirty tiles of the station with spent casings painted red with blood. Weaving through the maze of tunnels came the main terminal where four old subway trains are left with its armed passengers all turned into minced meat. In the middle platform stood Queen Elizabeth with Detective Henry, searching through the bodies and rummaging through the Armored Crates around.

"You know you could've just made life a lot easier and maybe not rip them apart?"

"Hmph, I do not waste time nor give mercy to invertebrates."

"Uh huh. Well, how do you expect we're gonna find the keycard to that safe door?"

"Just use that magic of yours that helped us trackdown the steps of the natives that were entering and exiting the underground stations."

"That magic only works on low to medium creatures that haven't put much into their stealth. So those natives we fought, with Trace magic. I can detect and follow their steps, vampires though? No."

"Just let me open it then. A mere light punch will do. These dotard think they're smart to rig it to blow up with the rest of the station, but if I could find the mechanism for it. I can easily force it open."

"Sorry to break it to ya', but unless you're a trained Electrician with skills in terms of security gadgets. No amount of punches will save us from the ceiling."

"Tsk." Crossing her arms and fixing her side swept bangs, the Vampire Queen looks at the well lit subway trains with working interior lights and doors, all blocking the entrances to the tunnels. Curious, she heads to the end of the right train. Henry sees her enter it and after tip-toeing from dismembered humans and vampires, follows her to the driver seat. To the Detective's surprise, the key was in and the train was actually fully functional.

"Detective, you were asking about how they were able to move all those boxes right?"

Popping a smoke, a light smirk is seen on the Detective's lip. "I always wanted to drive one of these things. Let's see where they take them." He takes a seat at the conductor's chair and after some looking around, he pulls the throttle down. Making the train move forward. His smirk gets even larger as he starts to drive the train around the abandoned subway tunnels. Seeing him have fun, Elizabeth dusts off a nearby seat and elegantly sits down with her arms and legs crossed. She closes her eyes and attempts to sense anything out of the ordinary.

The train was more wobbly than your usual ride. It'd occasionally brush past large cobwebs and debris leftover by people. Going through a dark station, the Queen's pointy ears twitch. Hearing beats of music, deeper underground and the train was headed there. With this, she taps the Detective's left shoulder and signals him to keep going while she heads to explore the cars. The smell was rusty and the interior lights would occasionally flicker as the train wonked from the unmaintained tracks.

From the metro seats and the old and outdated advertisements "Wanna win an enchanted armor? Visit our shop at Rosewood street!", "In need of some Avatar sculptors? We got some here, visit our website for more photos and videos!" with them dating 2036. The attractive blonde woman nonchalantly walked through the cars and ended up within the last one where a bunch of armored crates haphazardly stacked on top of each other rattled and buckled from the bumpy ride. With military labels and the names of hospitals, she begins to get curious about them as she reads further into the white paint labeling.