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her in these quick flashes. Some of them were squirming, in the middle of their metamorphosis into Lycanthropes.
Then, something moved in the darkness near the front of the bus. One of the beasts was crawling on all fours down the aisle, its back scraping against the fallen news ticker. It had spotted her, and Kelly decided then and there that she wasn’t going out like the others.
Finding the daylight near the back of the bus, she crawled toward it, heedless of the glass embedding itself in her hands and knees. She left a trail of crimson as she headed for the light and the relative safety of the street. She could hear the beast growling behind her, its talons clicking against the aisle floor. She moved faster.
As she reached the hole at the back of the bus, she stuck her head out. It was only about a twenty foot drop. She might break a few bones, but she’d be in the street. People were scattered all along Times Square, and as she watched, several of them were changing into Lycanthropes. They were everywhere, as were the rats streaming out of the sewer grates. Taxis and cars swerved, striking pedestrians and crashing into storefronts or each other.
She realized there was no safe place. The disease was spreading. Monsters were everywhere.
The creature behind her clasped her ankle in its furry hand and yanked her back into the darkness under the sign. She submitted to her fate, not screaming at all, not even when the beast bit off her left leg.
All around the bus, chaos erupted.
New York City had become a Petri dish overflowing with a new corruption.
Chapter 10
12:25 p.m.
Sandy Martin studied the people who inhabited the subway car with her. There weren’t very many of them – a muscular African American man in his mid-twenties, an elderly lady with shopping bags, an athletic looking woman who could have doubled for Linda Carter as Wonder Woman, and a girl of about sixteen sitting near her. There was also a middle-aged man in a suit so tight, the buttons on his jacket threatened to burst across the train at any moment. Sandy had always thought the subway would be bustling with people in the middle of the day, but the other cars appeared to be nearly empty as well.
After they had all boarded, some of the passengers in Sandy’s car started asking questions, discussing the weird spectacle of a horde of huge rats chasing a woman out of the subway. The vermin had seemed intent on catching her, as if their little rat minds were in perfect synchronicity. Even native New Yorkers, who seemed to shrug off everything as just another day in the Big Apple, were disturbed by the scene.
The elderly lady, who possessed a strong Queens accent and long unruly hair sat opposite Sandy, next to the handsome, slim African American man. She wore a long house dress with purple flowers all over it, and he was clad in baggy sweatpants and a sleeveless red T-shirt. His arms were muscular, and he carried a shoe bag over his shoulder. He listened to music on an iPod. The chubby businessman opened a briefcase and perused a sheaf of papers that looked vaguely official to Sandy. His left pinky finger was adorned with a gold ring, probably a souvenir of some high school athletic championship. He had the look of an ex-football player gone to seed. The two women on the other side of the car spoke in soft tones to each other, and Sandy thought the younger of the two appeared frightened. The older one was speaking to her – Sister? Daughter? – in low, comforting tones.
“I never saw such a thing,” the old woman said, her wrinkled hands raised to her furrowed cheeks. “So many rats.”
“Yeah, well, the city’s full of ’em,” the young man said. “Especially underneath where the subway goes. Only a matter of time till they make for the surface. All the good food up there?” He shook his head, clucking his tongue.
The portly man in the bad suit pulled out his cell phone and started dialing. Swearing, he closed it. “No
Then, something moved in the darkness near the front of the bus. One of the beasts was crawling on all fours down the aisle, its back scraping against the fallen news ticker. It had spotted her, and Kelly decided then and there that she wasn’t going out like the others.
Finding the daylight near the back of the bus, she crawled toward it, heedless of the glass embedding itself in her hands and knees. She left a trail of crimson as she headed for the light and the relative safety of the street. She could hear the beast growling behind her, its talons clicking against the aisle floor. She moved faster.
As she reached the hole at the back of the bus, she stuck her head out. It was only about a twenty foot drop. She might break a few bones, but she’d be in the street. People were scattered all along Times Square, and as she watched, several of them were changing into Lycanthropes. They were everywhere, as were the rats streaming out of the sewer grates. Taxis and cars swerved, striking pedestrians and crashing into storefronts or each other.
She realized there was no safe place. The disease was spreading. Monsters were everywhere.
The creature behind her clasped her ankle in its furry hand and yanked her back into the darkness under the sign. She submitted to her fate, not screaming at all, not even when the beast bit off her left leg.
All around the bus, chaos erupted.
New York City had become a Petri dish overflowing with a new corruption.
Chapter 10
12:25 p.m.
Sandy Martin studied the people who inhabited the subway car with her. There weren’t very many of them – a muscular African American man in his mid-twenties, an elderly lady with shopping bags, an athletic looking woman who could have doubled for Linda Carter as Wonder Woman, and a girl of about sixteen sitting near her. There was also a middle-aged man in a suit so tight, the buttons on his jacket threatened to burst across the train at any moment. Sandy had always thought the subway would be bustling with people in the middle of the day, but the other cars appeared to be nearly empty as well.
After they had all boarded, some of the passengers in Sandy’s car started asking questions, discussing the weird spectacle of a horde of huge rats chasing a woman out of the subway. The vermin had seemed intent on catching her, as if their little rat minds were in perfect synchronicity. Even native New Yorkers, who seemed to shrug off everything as just another day in the Big Apple, were disturbed by the scene.
The elderly lady, who possessed a strong Queens accent and long unruly hair sat opposite Sandy, next to the handsome, slim African American man. She wore a long house dress with purple flowers all over it, and he was clad in baggy sweatpants and a sleeveless red T-shirt. His arms were muscular, and he carried a shoe bag over his shoulder. He listened to music on an iPod. The chubby businessman opened a briefcase and perused a sheaf of papers that looked vaguely official to Sandy. His left pinky finger was adorned with a gold ring, probably a souvenir of some high school athletic championship. He had the look of an ex-football player gone to seed. The two women on the other side of the car spoke in soft tones to each other, and Sandy thought the younger of the two appeared frightened. The older one was speaking to her – Sister? Daughter? – in low, comforting tones.
“I never saw such a thing,” the old woman said, her wrinkled hands raised to her furrowed cheeks. “So many rats.”
“Yeah, well, the city’s full of ’em,” the young man said. “Especially underneath where the subway goes. Only a matter of time till they make for the surface. All the good food up there?” He shook his head, clucking his tongue.
The portly man in the bad suit pulled out his cell phone and started dialing. Swearing, he closed it. “No
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