THERE WAS NO DOUBT, it was there, the subway, that Tommy needed to go. He slipped into the middle of the confused group and threw himself down the stairs, running, entangled among the people who were looking for an escape from the situation on the tracks. He couldn't accept losing Katherine at this point in the events.
It has to be here, it has to be...!
As he carelessly descended the steps that led to the station, he heard screams and muffled sounds like gunshots. The commotion came like a torrent, bringing distressed people, running against everyone who was going down the stairs. When he saw the divergent people, despair beat in his chest, Katy must be down there, in the middle of it...
— Katy! — he shouted as he pushed his way through the people who were in front of him.
When he plunged into the underground darkness, he understood the reality of the problem. A huge group was fighting in the station, as if a confrontation of rebellious youths had arisen after a poorly seen result in a sporting event or something.
Amidst the confusion, on the other side, Tommy caught a glimpse of the President and his meager entourage.
That explained it...
Dozens of people who were waiting for the last train and, upon encountering the President, showed themselves to be eager for the same insanity and became hostile to the small group that protected him. Out of control, they pressed them with their attacks, trying to reach their target, Kenan Vaine.
The President, as well as Katherine and the others, were cornered in a corner of the station, and Tommy, who was on the other side, near the stairs, had to get through the crowd of lunatics that stood between them, squawking like animals and trying to swallow them in their madness.
The young man had barely realized the situation, there was no time for thought, a shot fired by one of the presidential agents grazed the chest of a man who was next to him, spraying scarlet into the air in front of him. He ducked to protect himself from other shots and try to slip through the crowd to safety. Soon he saw the pile of corpses that lay under the feet of the madmen excited by the meeting with the President. The beasts piled on top of each other, trying to attack Kenan, like a pack of enraged wolves looking for a lamb.
The agents, Gregory Evans, Floyd Kenagan, and even he defended themselves in every way, with punches and kicks, in addition to the meager shots that showed a shortage of bullets. Some of the madmen even fell onto the tracks and barely showed awareness of the risk they were running, the trance state they were in was clearly perceptible.
Tommy slipped through the crowd and skirted the edge of the marquee, under heavy blows and scratches until he approached the besieged in the corner, where his wife was, and joined them. He did not hold back from using violence against those agitated zombies who were putting Katherine in danger; it was necessary, imminent. He saw the depressing situation they found themselves in, being defeated by the crowd of brainless people, Greg, Floyd and the two men close to their physical and mental limit, Kenan living perhaps the most desperate moment of his entire life, where no speech or rhetorical way out would be useful for anything, and Katherine in tears, pressed against a wall.
With martial blows and the help of the butt of his gun, he opened the remaining path and reached his partners. One of the agents mistook him for a sick person and struck him, but Tommy dodged in time and waved to him in a way that could be recognized.
— Hey, Tommy! Where have you been?
— We need to get out of here! — Greg shouted when he saw him.
— I got in trouble! — Tommy said as he got rid of people who were grabbing him, trying to get to the President.
— I don't understand — one of the agents shouted. — Everything was normal, but when we got closer, people started going crazy…
— I'm running out of bullets! — the other shouted.
Floyd Kenagan was more focused, thinking of a way to escape when the subway arrived. When he noticed Tommy's arrival, he shouted:
— We have to hold out until the train arrives, save your bullets for the right moment!
Although the FBI Inspector General was right, immersed in the uneven tumult as they were, it was impossible to resist the attacks without shooting at the civilians, and one of the men had already exhausted his cartridge. Luckily, the metallic sound of the cars braking was audible, announcing the subway's arrival.
Gregory Evans noticed a fire extinguisher attached to a wall and pulled it out, handing it to the agent who found himself out of ammunition. While avoiding scratches and blows from the madmen surrounding them, he shouted to his companion:
— When the train stops, let's run! You use this!
Not many seconds after his loud announcement, the subway reached the station and stopped, opening its doors, but no one got out, no one wanted to be there. Every sane mind wanted to get away from that terror as terrible as it was incredible.
Floyd Kenagan pulled Kenan and ran around the corners, towards the first door he could reach to get under way. Katherine followed them as best she could. Gregory Evans and the agents fought as best they could against the horde of victims, trying to hit them or just knock them down and prevent the pursuit from continuing, but only the lead from the ammunition offered a real solution to the insane conflict.
The agent carrying the fire extinguisher went last and, as everyone entered the vehicle, he turned to the beasts and released his chemical jets on them, preventing their progress and providing great help in the escape.