The Pathless on Paths---------Chapter VI part 8(10)
2024-03-26 来源:百合文库
“Do not bet on it,” Karrson said, as he followed him onto ladder. “Lets just get this over with.”
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“Oh...Hell...” Hunter stood on the floor with Emmerich, who was helping a very struggling Clark up. “What happened here...”
Karrson climbed onto the platform after Clark and crawled to the side. He pulled off his mask and breathed in the musty smelling air greedily. He cursed under his breath, and struggled up again, his arms pressing his knees. He caught his breath and put on his mask again. His arms and finger barely had just the strength left to complete that task. The smell of the air was like that of a long abandoned basement, murky and heavy. He limped to Hunters side. He knew why Hunter had made the exclamation now. Before them was a large open space, like an airport. There were openings in the walls all about them, with signs hanging above them, telling its destination. There were several tram rails here, and platforms were built here for boarding. A tram carriage could be seen, but it was several meters away from its tracks, laying pathetically on its side, windows shattered. Bloated bodies littered the scene, fat and swollen, so full of gas some seemed that they may explode right as he looked at them. Chairs, tables, briefcases, paper, was scattered everywhere. All was covered in a layer of dust so thick everything seemed to have been built out of it. There was a massive opening in the roof, where the ceiling had collapsed, and light filtered through the crumbling cement. It was was daylight, though weak. The surface was near at hand. The floor below the opening was littered with pieces of cement of various sizes: some small enough to throw, some as large as automobiles. The place, as Karrson perceived of it, old. This should be the scene that one would see weeks after the blast, not just some two days...there was movement in the shadows. The place was long dead, but only so to the humans who look upon it in this hour of distress, not the things that...came later.
* * *
“Oh...Hell...” Hunter stood on the floor with Emmerich, who was helping a very struggling Clark up. “What happened here...”
Karrson climbed onto the platform after Clark and crawled to the side. He pulled off his mask and breathed in the musty smelling air greedily. He cursed under his breath, and struggled up again, his arms pressing his knees. He caught his breath and put on his mask again. His arms and finger barely had just the strength left to complete that task. The smell of the air was like that of a long abandoned basement, murky and heavy. He limped to Hunters side. He knew why Hunter had made the exclamation now. Before them was a large open space, like an airport. There were openings in the walls all about them, with signs hanging above them, telling its destination. There were several tram rails here, and platforms were built here for boarding. A tram carriage could be seen, but it was several meters away from its tracks, laying pathetically on its side, windows shattered. Bloated bodies littered the scene, fat and swollen, so full of gas some seemed that they may explode right as he looked at them. Chairs, tables, briefcases, paper, was scattered everywhere. All was covered in a layer of dust so thick everything seemed to have been built out of it. There was a massive opening in the roof, where the ceiling had collapsed, and light filtered through the crumbling cement. It was was daylight, though weak. The surface was near at hand. The floor below the opening was littered with pieces of cement of various sizes: some small enough to throw, some as large as automobiles. The place, as Karrson perceived of it, old. This should be the scene that one would see weeks after the blast, not just some two days...there was movement in the shadows. The place was long dead, but only so to the humans who look upon it in this hour of distress, not the things that...came later.
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