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You run forward, jump over the turnstiles and stop twenty feet in front of the subway car. Zombies are inside the stationary car, teeth gnashing at the windows, hands clawing open the doors, while soldiers struggle to hold them from sliding apart. It is a classic tug-of-war with the soldiers slowly losing the battle. Their hands press against the glass and metal doors, and they search for any degree of leverage to hold off the snarling undead.

"Hey you. We can't hold this much longer. Grab a gun and shoot them when the doors open."

You grab an assault rifle off the ground. Next to the soldiers lie a pair of night vision goggles.