Jack opened the next locker and found bottles of water wrapped in plastic, just like in a supermarket.
“Emergency food store,” Maria said, “in the event that people get stuck down here.”
Jack ripped open one of the packs of water and passed a bottle to her and one to Zaun. Taking one himself, he guzzled the entire contents.
“What’s in door number three?” Zaun asked.
Jack opened the next locker and found four M4’s. Eight magazines rested on shelves. Picking one up, he felt its heaviness, knowing it was loaded to capacity.
“Guess our ammo problem is solved,” he said.
“Good,” Maria said, “we used quite a bit holding off the guards.”
Jack handed the magazines to Maria and Zaun, keeping a couple for himself, then closed the door, leaving the guns. Without ammo, they were useless and they had plenty of their own weapons.
Maria began preparing a few MRE’s, opening the meals, adding water and letting them cook.
The remaining locker, Jack assumed was stocked with medical supplies. Opening it, he found bandages, wraps, ointments, sprays, splints, tourniquets, and a clear case containing four needles, each needle filled with an orange fluid. He showed them to Maria who, if she had to guess, said they were probably adrenaline shots.
“Food’s ready,” she announced.
They ate quickly and were soon on the move again, taking bandages, ointments, and the box of needles.
Ten minutes later, they came to a split in the tunnel.
“Which way?” Zaun asked.
“No idea,” Jack said, softly.
This was definitely not something he had counted on. Why two tunnels? Was one a dead end? Built to confuse any escaping party? No, that didn’t seem right. If the tunnel went under the Hudson River, it had to lead to Brooklyn or Queens, the two boroughs directly across the way from Manhattan. Maybe a tunnel went to each, but that didn’t make sense. One must go to Brooklyn or Queens, the other to the mainland, the Bronx being the closest. He didn’t want to be in the tunnel any longer than necessary, so heading to Brooklyn or Queens, most likely the passageway on the right, would get them above ground much faster than walking all the way to the Bronx, or wherever the tunnel led.
“I say we go right,” he said, explaining his thinking, and the others agreed. No one wanted to be underground any longer than need be.
They trekked onward for what seemed like an hour. Jack was beginning to think he’d made a mistake and was about to speak up when they came around a bend and saw an identical door to the one in Reynolds’ office.
“We made it,” Zaun said.
“We don’t know what’s on the other side, ” Jack warned. “So be ready and careful.”
Jack was about to swipe the keycard when a blast of gunfire erupted from behind. Sparks flew as bullets pinged off the wall. Maria let out a groan before ducking into a small crevice. Zaun and Jack flattened themselves against the opposite wall.
“Hold them off until I get the door open,” Jack said.
Maria began firing back, Zaun doing the same.
Jack went to swipe the card and in his haste, missed the reader completely. Trying a second time, moving a tad slower, he swiped the card, then entered the code on the keypad. The green LED came on and he yanked the door open.
“Let’s go,” he yelled, producing his. 45 and firing down the tunnel, giving the others cover. Zaun backpedaled towards the door until he was inside. Jack watched as Maria pulled a flashbang from her belt and tossed it down the hall. He covered his ears, seeing Maria do the same. After the grenade went off, Jack moved aside, letting Maria exit the tunnel before he slammed the door shut.
They were in a small room with cinder block walls and a single overhead fluorescent light. Elevator doors stood to the left and a set of steel stairs took up the back wall.
“They must have a key,” Maria said, out of breath.
“Or blew it open,” Zaun suggested.
Either way, Jack thought, they had company. He went over to Maria and checked on her. “You okay?”
She looked at her arm; the jacket sleeve was torn and bloodied. Removing her jacket, face grimacing, Jack saw a gash on her upper arm.
“You’re hurt.”
“I’m fine.”
“We should clean it; make sure.”
“No time. It’s just a graze; painful but I’ll still be able to use the arm.” Maria slipped her jacket back on.
They took the stairs up five flights before coming to a landing with another security door, keypad and all. Jack slid the card and punched in the code. When the green light came on, he paused, glancing over his shoulder. “Ready?”
The others nodded.
Anything could be on the other side. They were getting closer to the surface, were probably there already.
With the. 45 in hand, Jack grabbed the handle and pulled the door open.
Chapter 20
A long cinder block corridor, extending into the gloom stood before Jack. A body, dressed in camouflage-patterned fatigues, lay a few feet away. Blood was pooled around the body, light from the room shining brilliantly off it. There was no way the person was alive, not with the amount of blood surrounding it. The coppery odor of death filled the air, causing Jack to turn away for a moment.
Pulling out his flashlight, he scanned the immediate area. The olive green walls were layered with old blood, the colors various shades of reddish-brown, like rust spots on an old car. Only in a few places were there fresh streaks of glistening red. The man on the floor had died recently; some time in the last twenty — four hours, Jack guessed.
He stepped from the doorway, shining the light over the body. Bullet holes, for what else could they be, littered the corpse’s back and head. Shit, this wasn’t good. What the hell was going on? Maybe word about the bunker had gotten out and the dead man that lay before Jack had tried to help? Unlikely, but looking at the walls-the splattered old blood-he knew people had died here before. Some kind of kill zone? Execution area? He shook his head. None of this made sense.
“What the hell?” Zaun said, stepping up to the doorway.
“Ay Dios Mio,” Maria said, shoving between Jack and Zaun. “This can’t be good.”
“We need to keep moving,” Jack said, “no telling when the others will be on us.” He wanted nothing more than to sprint down the hall and find the busy streets of Brooklyn or Queens. He had always hated the noise, loving the quietness of his apartment, but now he longed to hear it.
Jack took the lead, stepped onto the corpse’s back, avoiding the blood-pool surrounding the body. The cadaver hissed and farted, Jack’s weight forcing out the trapped air.
The group remained quiet, listening for any sound that they might be walking into a trap. The sharp, coppery aroma lessened the farther they got from the body.
Jack wanted the Mossberg in his hands, but needed to hold the flashlight as he led the way. Up ahead, he saw an open doorway on the right. The group approached carefully, inching along the wall. Jack flashed the light inside the room for a second before pulling his hand back. Not receiving any gunfire, he nodded to the others and peeked into the room.
The place was filled with old televisions, furniture, lamps, a rug, dusty art work, and rats, their beady eyes glowing eerily back at him.
“I hate those fucking things,” Zaun said, standing beside Jack.
Moving on, the corridor led to another door, but this one appeared to be made of wood. The entire handle part of the door was missing, looking blown off. Squatting, Jack shone the light through the hole.
“Another room, ” he said. “Looks empty.” Standing back up, he pushed the door open, the hinges squealing like frightened pigs.
Finding a light switch next to the door, Jack flicked it up and the overhead lights came to life. Another dead body lay against the left wall, slumped over with a large, gaping hole in the side of its head. All around, the walls were caked with old blood as if a bomb had gone off, or a grenade. An elevator stood to the right and a set of stairs leading up, stood off to the back left.