Every megaphone was broadcasting, a metallic cold voice, an icy appeal, a voice that called for calm.

The reason for the call is because everyone knows what is happening at the moment, and no one can control themselves and stay calm.

So cold and ruthless!

"Don't panic, don't panic......"

Weeping, pleading......

After that, it was shooting again.

Six minutes had passed since the alarm sounded, and within a minute of Armageddon's Peerless Tribulation, the two parts of the sealed door had come together. With the sound of a weeping death knell-like siren, the latch returned to its place crisp and powerful.

Dead.

It's like in a tomb.

They had to cling to the wall to get around the car – the driver braked too late.

Perhaps, this is because the attention is drawn to the situation on the platform.

They climbed up the tempting iron ladder and soon reached the stunningly spacious hall.

There is not a single column, just a semicircular arch with a deep oval groove, on which are illuminated. This arch encloses the platform, as well as two rails that stretch in different directions, with trains parked on them.

What a delicate design!

So simple and elegant...... But don't look down, don't look at your feet, don't look ahead of you.

Don't stare at this station anymore, because you won't wonder how it is now unrecognizable.

It's a grotesque wilderness cemetery where souls don't rest in peace.

It was a horrific slaughterhouse, littered with cleanly cut bones, rotting bodies, and limbs scattered from some corpse.

These frenzied demons greedily dragged so many people from the edge of their vast territory that they couldn't even eat for a while, so they stored them.

These "stored grains" began to decay and decompose.

But for these demons, such food is more to their taste, so they continue to accumulate, and there is no end to greedy desires. @

Piles of carrion squirmed uncharacteristically, as if breathing, and the disgusting sound of knives could be heard all around.

It's the soft tissue of the ghoul scraping at the smooth bones with his razor-sharp teeth.

The light of the flashlight swept over the terrifying form—long joints, extraordinarily thick limbs, flabby, flabby, hairless gray skin, twisted back...... The extremely short-sighted eyes blinked, the huge ears fanned, and the days went by.

The monster let out a hoarse roar, and hurried to the open door, climbing up hand and foot.

The other ghouls didn't bother to leave the piles of carrion, but bared their teeth in displeasure and yelled rudely at passers-by.

Even if these ghouls were to stand upright, they could only reach the chest of Homer, who was not very tall.

In addition, Homer is well aware that these cowardly corpse eaters will not actively attack healthy and strong humans under any circumstances.

But for some reason, Homer has an unjustified fear in the face of these monsters, which often only appears in his nightmares in the middle of the night—he often dreams that he is on vacation, leaving his daily life, lying on an abandoned train station, and the demons are unknowingly approaching.

Just as sharks in the ocean can smell blood from thousands of meters away, they can always sense the death of someone else and are eager to witness it, so that they can pierce their sharp teeth into the corpse that is still warm.

Old age fears, Homer said to himself with disdain.

He had read a lot of practical psychology books in the past, and of course, it didn't do much to overcome fear.

The ghouls are not afraid of humans: to these disgusting gluttonous devils, it is of no benefit to waste bullets on humans, including attacking the Sevasdopol station, because for them it is an abuse of crime.

The squads passing through the area did their best not to pay attention to the ghouls, even though they were defiant.

These monsters breed in large numbers here.

Three people continued to go deeper into the Nasimov Street station, feet.

The white bones scattered on the floor creaked as the bottom stepped on, and more and more ghouls did not want to crawl out of their gluttonous feast, did not want to climb out of their bunkers.

They set up their nests in train cars, and Homer hated them even more for this.

Homer vaguely remembers that the sealing valve on Nasimov Street was open.

It is said that if you pass through the station quickly, the radiation dose will be negligible and will not pose a threat to your health, but it is absolutely impossible to stop at the station.

Because no one is staying, the two trains are relatively well preserved, the glass is still intact, and through the window openings you can see the burned-out seats and the blue paint that has not yet had time to peel off the walls on both sides.

In the center of the platform hall stands a real grave, like a mass grave, with layers of white bones of the nameless.

The hunter suddenly stopped, side by side with the others.

Su Mengfan and Homer glanced at each other alertly, trying to determine where the danger was.

Even Sasha in the back clutched her pistol and looked over. @·error-free start~~

In fact, the hunter stopped for another reason.

It was at the foot of the pillar, and two not too large ghouls were skinning the dog's skeleton, enjoying it with relish and chewing it crunched.

They didn't have time to hide, or they enjoyed the food too much to hear the warnings of their people.

Under the glare of the captain's flashlight, the two corpse eaters narrowed their eyes, and although they continued to chew, they had begun to slowly retreat towards the nearest carriage.

Suddenly, one by one, they silently flipped up and fell to the floor like two bags full of water.

Homer looked at the hunter in amazement as he put the heavy pistol with its long silencer into the pistol holster under his shoulder.

His face was so elusive, as dead and silent as usual.

"Maybe they're too hungry." Sasha whispered, glancing in disgust at the puddle of water on the ground, which had emerged from the slain monster.

"I think so too." Su Mengfan responded vaguely, making Homer shudder involuntarily.

The hunter did not turn to look at the others, but walked straight ahead, and Homer felt the sound of greedy chewing lingering in his ears.

He endured and endured, desperately suppressing the desire to shoot these devils with bullets.

He convinced himself, comforted himself, and in the end reason always prevailed, and he constantly proved to himself that he was a mature person, good at controlling his emotions, and would not let the impulsive devil make him lose his mind.

But what about Hunter?

It seems that he has no intention of playing with his impulses, his inner desires.

So what exactly is the desire in Hunter's heart?