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there was order, dangers welds you together.
    The next station was the Nagatinskay a . On Istomins plan it was marked with a short line, meaning that is was uninhabited. But that was only half the truth. Nobody remained their very long but shady folk living like animals.
    Absolute darkness reigned here and small groups hid from strangers. Only scarcely the dim shine of a campfire lit
through the pillars and illuminated the dark figures that held a secret meeting. Only unknowing and brave individuals stayed overnight because not all of the inhabitants of this station were humans. In the whispering darkness of the Nagatinskay a you could sometimes see the grotesque silhouettes of creatures scouring in the dark. And sometimes the shrill scream of a homeless person filled the remaining with fear until the victim got dragged into a cave and was devoured.
    Further than to the Nagatinskay a nobody dared to come, so the area between this station and the strongholds of the Sev astopolskay a was an empty wasteland. It wasn’t entirely empty though – and the scouts from Sev astopolskay a tried not to meet them.
    But now something new had emerged out of the tunnels. Something unknown. Something that had swallowed everybody that had tried to pass through this supposedly explored route. How should Istomin know if his station, even though when every able resident picked up a weapon, would form an army big enough to deal with that ? He stood up burdensome, walked to the map and marked the area between the Serpuchov skay a and the Nachimov skay a prospect with a pen. Right next to it he placed a big question mark. He had
wanted to place it next to the word “ prospect ” but somehow it landed next to the Sev astopolskay a .
     
     
     
     
    At the first glance you could believe that the Sev astopolskay a was uninhabited. No trace of army tents in the train station which served them as homes at most stations.
    But instead they had barricades of sandbags, which looked like big ant hills in the weak lights of the lamps. Those barricades were never manned and the quadratic pillars were covered with a thick layer of dust. Everything was built so that a stranger that passed through would think this station was abandoned.
    But as soon as the unwanted guest just thought about staying here he risked staying here forever. Then the machine-gun teams and the snipers, which stayed at the neighboring Kav ochskay a manned their posts in seconds and instead of the dim lamps, powerful quicksilver search lights on the ceiling were activated, burning the eyes of all invaders, humans or monster. Neither were used to the strong light.
    The train station was the last carefully planned line of defense of the Sev astopolskay a . Their homes were located in the belly of this deceptive station – under the station. Under the enormous granite plate, invisible for stranger’s eyes, there was another floor not much smaller than the station above, but divided into smaller cells. There were the lit, dry and warm apartments, the steady humming air filters and water purifier, hydroponic greenhouses … It seemed that the residents of this station felt only safe and comfortable when they retreated further into the ground.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Homer knew that the crucial battle didn’t await him in the tunnel, but at home. While he walked through the narrow hallway past the half open doors of the former service rooms were now the families of the residents of the Se v astopolskay a lived his steps slowed down more and more. He actually should’ve thought about his tactic again, revisited his answers, time was running out.
    “What am I supposed to do? Orders are orders. You know how the situation is yourself. They didn’t even ask me.
    Don’t blow it out of proportion – that is ridicules! No I didn’t volunteer. Refuse? Out of the question. That would be desertion, understand?”
    He mumbled on and on, sometimes outraged and