Story 374: The Hidden Gambit

The faint glow of flickering neon lights reflected off the slick metallic walls of the subway platform as Zara adjusted her crimson blouse, its tailored cut allowing freedom of movement without sacrificing style. Her holsters hugged her sides, her hands resting lightly on the grips of her pistols, ready for anything.

The survivors moved with hurried urgency as Zara took in her surroundings. The abandoned station was eerily silent except for the occasional drip of water echoing through the vast space. She could feel the tension in the air—a mix of fear and hope that clung to them like the dust motes swirling in the dim light.

Rowan approached her, his eyes scanning the platform for threats. “This place doesn’t feel right,” he murmured.

“It’s not supposed to,” Zara replied, her voice steady. “But it’s the best chance we’ve got. The tunnels give us cover and keep us off the radar for now.”