The train station loomed ahead. Elena, Natasha, and the others stumbled through the entrance, lungs burning after another desperate sprint.
"Huff… huff… finally," Burgors gasped as he dropped onto a bench. His legs gave out and he slumped forward, sweat dripping from his chin. "We're here…" His voice sounded weak, almost like he did not believe it.
Haris suddenly grabbed his sleeve and tugged hard.
"What is it? Give me a second," Burgors muttered, still trying to breathe.
The twins noticed his frozen look and slowly turned their heads in the same direction.
A boy peeked from behind a low corner wall, staring straight at them.
"There… there's someone," Hiromi whispered, lifting a finger.
The group stiffened at once. Natasha and Elena stepped forward, weapons raised, fingers tight on the triggers. For a brief moment, everyone thought the same thing.
An infected.
"Wait," Na-rin said quietly.
