I crept down the tracks and into the station; my shotgun cocked and ready. There were no signs of life that I could detect, but dusk was not far away. An underlying reek of rotting flesh permeated the broken platform, but I couldn’t detect the source of the stench.
Somewhere, amidst the broken clutter that inhabited the platform, or within its surrounding buildings they were lurking. In the nearby darkness, the zombies would be hiding … waiting for the sun to give up the ghost and flee.
Then, the world would belong to them.
I needed someplace secure to hide.