"There it is!" Called the elderly voice of Bill, "Safe room up ahead!"
"Oh man, we made it!" dicho Louis energetically
"Bout time, I hate the subway!" Francis replied adding yet another thing to his ever growing lista of hated things.
"You hate everything." Bill called back to him.
"Hay old man!" Francis snapped back, "That isn't true, now let's just get in there already"
The door flew open and in they went: Bill, Louis, Francis, and...Zoey?
Zoey was limping slowly to the seguro room, the pain medication she had taken earlier had wore off an hora ago, but she didn't want to worry any of the others. She had to be strong to get through this. "I'm almost there guys." She called out to them, "I'm almost th-" her voice cut out suddenly as something wrapped around her ankle and pulled her to the ground hard sending her pistols flying out in front of her. Francis turned back just in time to see the smoker drag Zoey to her fate.