Author's Note

Yep. Here it is. The atrocious 300 word chapter. Gaze in it's disgusting beauty. I was so damn trigger-happy to get a cliff-hanger off that I decided, 'Fuck it! Looks like a chapter to me!'

Uh Oh

The guards and I finally caught up with the others. Twi, Dash, and I had flashlights pointed ahead. There were also a few battery-powered lights on the cart. Redheart was still intact, but looked like she had gotten a nasty wound on her leg.

"Were you bit?" I asked her.

Please say no.

"No. It was a bullet wound."

Phew.

The guards were carrying her in the cart now, placing her on top of a sleeping bag to comfort her. I paced next to it, making sure Redheart would be okay. "Can I see your leg?" I asked. She rolled her leg out and gave me a closer look at her bullet wound. This one was severe. It entered right above her foot, leaving a gaping skin wound that bled furiously.

"Twi! Can I see your bag?"

"No, Devan, I got one on me," Redheart revealed her own saddlebag hanging off the back end of the cart.

"Want me t-"

"No. I got it." She had already grabbed a rag and started applying pressure on the horrible wound.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

The gunfire had abruptly stopped after the guards and I ran into the tunnel. Now we were hurrying through the dark, seemingly abandoned tunnel. Even with our three glowing flashlights, it still seemed lonely and dark.

The train tracks took up a lot of the tunnel, so the sides were really narrow. There wasn't much walk space between the track and walls. The guards had to haul the cart on the tracks, which echoed the sound of the chattering wheels.

"Stop," Twi said, "Look."

On the tracks was a laid out zombie pony. Behind her was a blood trail that continued for a few meters. Twi and I exchanged glances.

"How do we get past her?" The guards gestured to the cart.

"I guess we can move her together," Twi answered.

It was as I grabbed onto her leg that we heard a loud, deafening whistle.

"Uh oh."