Day 1 in the Metro.
Lili couldn't tell how much time had passed since the nightmare began. Her tiny body ached with fatigue, her legs felt weak, and her breathing was heavy beneath the unfamiliar gas mask. Hunger gnawed at her stomach, and despite her protective gear, she shivered from the cold that now permeated the darkened metro tunnels. Still, amid the exhaustion and fear, there was comfort: seven adults around her, disciplined and protective, guiding her through the maze-like darkness.
She stumbled slightly, struggling to keep pace with the soldiers whose steps were long and purposeful. Noticing her faltering pace, the Sergeant paused briefly, turning to her. Without a word, he knelt and gently lifted her onto his armored shoulders, her small frame now safely balanced against his sturdy form—just as her parents had once carried her during happier, simpler times.
Lili clutched tightly at the combat knife, gifted by the Sergeant, still sheathed safely within its rugged leather holster. Despite the weight of the weapon, its presence provided a sense of security, a tangible reassurance against the overwhelming unknown. The large helmet on her head felt cumbersome, continually slipping down over her eyes, forcing her to push it back periodically. Securely taped to the front of the helmet, her original white crystal—the light stone—cast a comforting, steady glow around her, faintly warming the chill air with each pulse of light.
The soldiers moved quietly through the tunnel with practiced efficiency. Riflemen at the front methodically checked corners, side passages, and maintenance corridors, their helmet-mounted lights illuminating grime-coated walls and rusted machinery, evidence of long-term neglect. The rhythmic crunch of gravel underfoot echoed softly, a lonely sound in the eerie silence of the deserted metro. Once bustling with activity, the tunnels now lay empty, dark, and chillingly silent.
They soon stopped before a flickering wall-mounted metro map, the faded illumination revealing the complex web of Mikri Poli's metro system. The intricate network sprawled out before them—main transit lines intertwined with countless smaller tunnels meant for maintenance, emergency access, and shelter connections. The Sergeant studied it closely, silently tracing potential routes with a gloved finger before signaling the squad to continue onward.
After navigating the dark corridors for several tense minutes, the soldiers approached a larger metro station. Signs marked its connection to an underground civilian bomb shelter, its heavy blast doors now ominously wide open. The squad halted cautiously, weapons ready. The once-orderly station now resembled a grim battlefield: walls scarred with melted lasgun marks, floors littered with spent magazines, dark stains of dried blood smeared across surfaces, and broken barricades scattered in ruin before the shelter's entrance. A stationary metro car sat on the left platform, its interior eerily empty yet coated in blood—evidence of the infected who had risen and walked away, leaving only their violence behind.
Lili trembled atop the Sergeant's shoulders, her acute hearing picking up faint sounds from deep within the shelter—shuffling, scraping, the chilling murmur of infected voices. Fearfully, she tapped urgently on the Sergeant's shoulder, pointing silently towards the shelter entrance. He understood immediately, nodding gravely in acknowledgment of her warning.
But before they could quickly move past, another ominous chorus echoed from behind them—hundreds of infected surged toward them through the dark tunnel. Although not yet aware of the soldiers' presence, their rapid approach made retreat essential.
"Move—into the side tunnel. Quietly!" the Sergeant commanded urgently in a sharp whisper.
Instantly, the soldiers fell back, rushing toward a nearby narrow maintenance tunnel. The Sergeant held Lili securely by the legs, shielding her as they hurried inside. Soldiers rapidly spun the heavy wheeled valve, sealing the thick steel door with a resounding clang, abruptly cutting off the dreadful chorus that had pursued them.
The maintenance tunnel was cramped, dimly lit, lined with pipes and cold metal walls. Soldiers breathed heavily through their masks, tension slowly easing into relief as silence returned. The Sergeant eased himself down against the wall, allowing Lili to rest comfortably on his shoulders. Her small body shook slightly with residual fear, but the Sergeant's reassuring hand resting gently on her legs steadied her trembling.
"Rest here for a while," he finally murmured softly, his voice gentle yet firm behind his mask. He turned slightly to address his men, maintaining quiet discipline. "Two on watch; rotate shifts. We all need sleep. We'll move again soon."
The soldiers silently nodded, assuming defensive positions with practiced ease. Lili hugged the Sergeant's helmet tightly, the knife pressed safely against her chest, feeling protected despite the terror they'd narrowly escaped. Around her, the comforting white glow of her light stone gently illuminated the cramped space, pushing back the darkness.
With heavy eyelids, Lili glanced briefly at the soldiers, their silent strength evident even through exhaustion. As her eyes drifted shut, a fragile yet comforting sense of safety enveloped her. Quietly, she marked this moment as the end of her first day underground—a terrifying, exhausting, but ultimately hopeful beginning to the uncertain journey ahead.
****
Day 2 in the Metro.
Lili awoke slowly, blinking away the confusion and sleep from her eyes beneath the heavy helmet that had tilted awkwardly during her rest. For a brief moment, disorientation gripped her as she realized she was curled comfortably on the Sergeant's lap, nestled securely against his armored chest. The cramped tunnel walls, lined with pipes and illuminated faintly by her glowing crystal, gradually brought the stark memories of the previous day flooding back.
She remembered the park full of greenery and an endless blue sky above, while her parents sat there on the park bench with her as she held her flowers in her little hands, but then the terrifying moments of running through chaos came, and the grim safety of these soldiers' presence. Thinking momentarily of the previous day's events a deep sadness for her lost parents came to her little heart, but Lili steeled herself against the tears that tried to come out, she was determined to remain strong just like her mother had thought her to be despite the horrors she had witnessed.
Feeling her stir, the Sergeant gently adjusted her helmet, silently ensuring her comfort. The Medic, attentive and kind, immediately approached, kneeling beside her with a reassuring gentleness. He offered her a small bottle with a flexible metal straw attached.
"Good morning, little one," the Medic spoke softly through his mask. "Here, it's a ration bar blended with water. Attach the straw to your mask like this." He demonstrated carefully. "It tastes like chocolate milk—sweet enough to fill your tummy. It's not much, but it'll help you feel better."
Lili nodded gratefully, her stomach aching from hunger. "Thank you, Mister Medic," she whispered softly, attaching the straw as shown and sipping slowly. Her eyes widened in surprise as the sweet, thick liquid instantly soothed her hunger and comforted her senses.
Nearby, the Sergeant calmly drank his own ration, his steady presence comforting as always. He placed a gentle, protective hand on Lili's helmeted head. "Drink slowly," he advised softly, his voice low and calm. "You'll need your strength today, but don't rush or you'll choke."
Lili nodded obediently, savoring each careful sip. The Heavy settled beside them, his large form surprisingly gentle as he offered her his own bottle quietly. "Still hungry, little one? You can have mine. I won't mind," he said kindly.
Lili hesitated but quickly shook her head firmly. "No, thank you," she murmured shyly, remembering her mother's warnings about overeating sweets. "Mother said too much sweetness would make me lazy and fat. You should keep it."
The Heavy chuckled softly at her earnest reply, and even the usually stoic Sergeant allowed a quiet laugh, their amusement echoing gently through the tunnel. Lili, puzzled but relieved by their gentle humor, finished her meal feeling safe and cared for.
Soon, the Sergeant quietly announced, "Rest a little longer, then we move. The main tunnels should lead us quickly toward Achios Prime."
An hour passed in silent rest, soldiers alert and prepared. Finally, the squad rose, swiftly packing their gear and opening the heavy steel door to the main tunnels. Yet, their advance halted abruptly—eerie echoes of infected moans and laughter filled the dark passage ahead. Through shadows and flickering helmet-lights, countless infected forms shambled slowly, inexorably toward the capital city, effectively blocking their safe and direct route.
The Sergeant silently gestured his frustration, signaling the squad back into the maintenance tunnels. They sealed the door carefully, resigning themselves to a slower, more cautious route through the labyrinthine network.
The narrow tunnels were cramped and dimly lit, the ceiling too low for Lili to ride upon the Sergeant's shoulders comfortably. Thus, she walked carefully, gripping her sheathed combat knife protectively against her chest. Pipes, valves, and rust-covered machinery lined every passage, some tunnels ascending toward the city's sewers, others descending ominously toward deep subterranean reservoirs. Each step echoed softly, underscoring their isolation and vulnerability.
Hours dragged on slowly, each corner and shadow threatening potential danger. Yet, despite the oppressive tension, the Sergeant and Heavy maintained constant, quiet vigilance over Lili. Periodically, they paused briefly for rest, sharing quiet encouragement and reassurance. Soldiers exchanged small jokes, soft laughter easing Lili's fears and drawing timid smiles from the weary child.
The Medic watched carefully, constantly checking on Lili's condition with quiet, reassuring words, clearly adopting a paternal role alongside the Sergeant. The Heavy frequently lifted her gently onto his lap during breaks, silently providing warmth and comfort, while the Sergeant's constant protective presence offered quiet reassurance.
Finally, after an exhausting journey through the endless maze of pipes and passages, they approached an isolated maintenance room ideal for rest. As the squad prepared to enter, Lili froze suddenly, gripping the Sergeant's arm with urgency.
"Wait," she whispered fearfully, eyes wide beneath her helmet. "There's something bad inside."
The squad instantly halted, weapons raised cautiously. The Sergeant swiftly knelt, placing a reassuring hand firmly on her shoulder.
"Infected?" he asked quietly, tension evident despite his steady voice.
Lili nodded, trembling slightly. "Three of them, waiting inside."
The Sergeant exchanged a grim glance with his squad, silently signaling caution and readiness. He gently guided Lili behind the Heavy, who immediately positioned himself protectively in front of her.
"Let's rest here first," the Sergeant murmured carefully, allowing everyone a moment to gather their strength. The soldiers nodded silently, understanding the wisdom of caution. Despite the immediate threat beyond the heavy metal door, Lili found herself once more surrounded by protective presences, her small body leaning trustingly against the Heavy's armored chest.
Eyes fluttering closed briefly, she took comfort in the warmth and quiet strength of the soldiers around her, grateful to have found such guardians amidst the overwhelming darkness. Day 2 underground had been exhausting and tense, but even in these tight, oppressive spaces, Lili discovered gentle care, warmth, and a growing sense of belonging with her newfound protectors.
****
Day 3 within the Metro.
Lili opened her eyes slowly, feeling the weight of another day pressing down upon her small frame. She quietly counted the days on her fingers, whispering softly behind her mask, "One… two… today is three."
She stood quietly this time from the Heavys comforting lap that she had slept on, gripping the heavy combat knife tightly within its sheath as she did so, her heart already beginning to race at the thought of the monsters lurking just beyond the metal maintenance door. And soon enough after a little breakfast around her the squad began preparing silently, moving with disciplined urgency as they took positions, readying themselves for the inevitable violence that awaited.
The Sergeant gestured sharply, and the soldiers formed a precise tactical stack around the door—one rifleman carefully placed his hand on the heavy metal handle. Lili, clutching the knife in both hands, felt compelled to join them. She bravely took a hesitant step forward, her small boots echoing softly on the tunnel's metallic floor. But instantly, the Corporal turned, gently stopping her with a firm yet protective hand on her shoulder.
"Not this time, little one," he whispered quietly yet firmly through his mask. "Stay back and watch us work."
Lili hesitated only briefly before nodding obediently, stepping back against the tunnel wall, eyes wide beneath her oversized helmet, breath rapid beneath her mask. Her tiny frame trembled slightly, yet she stood bravely, determined to trust her protectors.
The Heavy stood resolutely at the center of the hallway, his rotary Lasgun held firmly at the ready. Other soldiers hugged the tunnel walls closely, their Lasguns raised, barrels aimed precisely at the slowly creaking metal door as the rifleman cautiously eased it open, inch by painstaking inch. A haunting creak echoed ominously down the hallway.
Suddenly, a distorted burst of mad laughter erupted from the dark room beyond, followed immediately by a horrifyingly infected maintenance worker lunging out with shocking speed. Its grotesque, twisted limbs lashed violently, and its broken jaw hung loose, mouth agape in a grotesque permanent smile filled with bloodstained shark-like teeth.
Without hesitation, the Heavy's rotary Lasgun roared violently to life. Crimson beams of searing laser fire erupted in rapid succession, slicing brutally through the infected creature's right leg in a shower of gore and scorched flesh. The leg exploded into burnt, charred chunks, the smell of seared meat filling the narrow tunnel as the infected creature continued forward, propelled by its momentum. The Heavy swiftly adjusted his aim higher, and a concentrated burst tore through the infected's torso, sending shredded flesh and pulverized bone splattering against the tunnel walls in grisly patterns.
Finally, a precise burst vaporized the creature's head entirely, the skull exploding in a gruesome display of blood, bone fragments, and brain matter. Despite being effectively dead, the creature's remaining momentum hurled its ravaged torso violently against the Heavy, knocking him back several steps as he staggered to regain balance.
Lili watched in wide-eyed horror, her small body frozen against the wall as the other two infected—twisted abominations of corrupted flesh and protruding bone—squeezed through the narrow doorway into the corridor. Immediately, the squad opened fire in disciplined unison, their Lasguns blazing. Powerful bolts of intense laser energy slammed into the infected bodies, shearing limbs, splattering viscera, and reducing corrupted flesh into a grotesque slurry against the tunnel floor and walls.
Yet the infected surged forward despite the horrific wounds, screaming and laughing madly as they closed the short distance. Two riflemen, closest to the creatures, shouted sharply as infected limbs lashed out. Razor-sharp claws and jagged bone blades tore into their armor and flesh, slicing deeply, sending spurts of blood spraying onto the metal tunnel floor.
"Contact! Get them off us!" one rifleman screamed as the infected's teeth sank brutally into his arm, tearing through armor and muscle, shredding flesh violently with shark-like ferocity. Another rifleman staggered backward, clutching his shoulder where a deep cut leaked rapidly spreading crimson.
The Sergeant, Corporal, and remaining soldiers pressed forward aggressively, their Lasguns firing rapidly at close range. Bursts of searing energy tore into the infected, systematically dismantling them in showers of burnt flesh and splintered bone. The infected finally collapsed under the relentless assault, their grotesque, mutilated forms twitching violently until sustained fire obliterated their skulls entirely, ending their horrific movements forever.
The Heavy, recovering his balance, approached quickly, firing short bursts into the infected remains, ensuring every corrupted body lay utterly still and destroyed beyond resurrection. His Lasgun barrels glowed softly red-hot in the aftermath, the air heavy with the acrid smell of burned flesh and cauterized gore.
The Sergeant, Corporal, and an uninjured rifleman quickly pressed into the maintenance room, swiftly sweeping the dark interior, ensuring no further threats remained hidden.
Lili stood frozen, eyes wide beneath her helmet, heart hammering furiously in her chest. The medic knelt quickly beside the two wounded riflemen, his practiced hands rapidly assessing the grievous injuries. Urgently, he reached into his medical kit, retrieving a small, glowing blue energy blade intended to amputate infected limbs before the corruption could spread.
Lili stared in horror, unable to look away, as the wounded riflemen watched fearfully, their eyes wide with dread at the approaching blade.
"You're men of the Imperium, stay still!" the Medic ordered sharply, his voice tense but steady. "I have to do this quickly or the infection is going to spread!"
As the medic's energy blade descended slowly and precisely toward the first soldier's wounded arm, Lili felt herself tremble violently, gripping the combat knife tightly in her tiny hands. Her breath came fast beneath her mask, the terrifying reality of their situation crashing fully down upon her.
"No—don't hurt them!" Lili's small voice suddenly rang out, sharp and desperate as she lunged forward, her tiny form throwing itself protectively over the wounded riflemen.
The Medic, energy blade hovering just inches above the soldier's mangled arm, recoiled in shock. "Lili, what are you doing? Move back immediately!" he ordered sharply, reaching out instinctively to pull her aside.
But before he could touch her, the Medic halted abruptly, eyes widening behind his mask in disbelief. Lili's small hands, pressed firmly onto the wounded soldier's arm, began to glow softly. A faint, pure white luminescence emanated gently from her palms, spreading slowly across the ugly, corrupted wounds. The squad watched in stunned silence as the gentle illumination intensified subtly around Lili, casting soft, flickering shadows against the cold tunnel walls.
The Sergeant stepped closer, his stance rigid with silent awe, his gaze intensely fixed on the child. "Let her work," he commanded quietly, raising a hand to halt the Medic's intervention. His voice carried authority, yet also a quiet reverence as if witnessing something sacred. "Trust her."
The Medic hesitated briefly, then stepped back respectfully, nodding slowly in silent agreement.
Lili's eyes fluttered closed behind her mask, her breathing steady as she focused intensely. Her core of white light surged within her small chest, the internal power clearly visible now beneath her protective gear, radiating outward through her arms and hands. To her perception, the soldiers' injuries appeared vividly, the wounds like deep, dark stains of corruption spreading through their bodies—black tendrils of sickness that needed purifying.
With determined effort, she directed her internal light forward, feeling her small body strain under the immense effort. Her energy flowed gently but purposefully into the wounds, filling the injured soldiers' bodies with warmth and purity, systematically banishing every trace of the infection. Beneath her fingers, torn muscles mended seamlessly, dark corruption cleansed thoroughly, leaving behind only healthy, renewed flesh.
Both injured riflemen gasped sharply in disbelief, eyes wide behind their masks, staring down at their now-healed limbs with awe. One flexed his previously wounded hand cautiously, turning it over in stunned silence, completely restored. The other carefully moved his arm, astonished by the sudden absence of pain and injury.
Lili opened her eyes slowly, swaying slightly from exhaustion, her breath rapid and shallow beneath her mask. She felt deeply drained, her small frame trembling from the immense effort. Yet, despite the exhaustion, satisfaction and relief filled her heart, knowing she had successfully saved her companions and been of use to someone finally.
"By the Emperor..." whispered the Corporal in quiet amazement, the entire squad silently echoing his sentiment as they gazed upon the child with newfound reverence.
The Sergeant knelt slowly beside Lili, studying her carefully. Beneath his stoic exterior, something stirred deeply, an ancient memory recalled from the Holy Book of Mankind. He recognized now, clearly, that the powers Lili wielded were unlike those attributed to the Emperor or his legendary children. Instead, they closely resembled descriptions of the divine Tower of Light—said to stand in heaven itself, the sacred source from which lesser angels were born.
Yet the Sergeant revealed none of his revelation openly. Instead, he gently placed a reassuring hand upon Lili's small shoulder, voice firm but soft with deep sincerity. "Meeting you here is no coincidence, Lili. It must be fate," he murmured solemnly. "Your safety is our new mission now. We will protect you at all costs. Our objective hasn't changed—we must reach Achios Prime, but now you're the reason we'll get there."
Around him, the soldiers nodded solemnly, each quietly acknowledging the Sergeant's words, silently pledging their lives and protection to the small child who had saved two of their own.
Lili looked up at them, feeling tears of gratitude and relief gather in her eyes. "Thank you," she whispered softly, her voice trembling slightly. "Thank you for letting me help."
The Heavy gently lifted her into his arms, holding her securely against his armored chest. "Rest now, little one," he murmured quietly, his deep voice comforting. "We'll keep watch. You've done enough today."
Feeling tired Lili didn't resist and happily rested comfortably against the Heavy's broad chest armor, gently rocked by his careful, deliberate steps. Her eyes drifted open occasionally, half-lidded with fatigue beneath the oversized helmet perched awkwardly on her small head. She watched as the soldiers cleared the maintenance room of all essential supplies and began to swiftly move further into the maintenance tunnels.
All the while the dim glow of her crystal softly illuminated the narrow tunnels around them, casting faint shadows that danced rhythmically with the squad's quiet movement, but most importantly it gave off warmth. The soldiers moved silently yet efficiently through the maintenance corridors, their helmet-mounted lights sweeping methodically across grimy walls and rusty pipes.
Periodically, the squad paused as they came across other cluttered maintenance rooms and lockers, which they were quick to scavenge quietly through, retrieving old canned foods, dusty water bottles, and essential medical supplies. Lili watched silently, her small body wrapped warmly in the dark military cloak, feeling secure in the steady protection of her newfound companions.
Occasionally, the Heavy glanced down at her, his masked face offering quiet reassurance despite the grim surroundings. She found comfort in his strong but gentle hold, allowing her heavy eyelids to close gradually, exhaustion finally overtaking her. She drifted into a quiet, peaceful sleep, rocked gently by the Heavy's rhythmic steps and the hushed breathing of the vigilant soldiers around her.
****
Day 4 Within the Metro.
When Lili awoke, the squad was already preparing to move again. The Medic knelt carefully beside her, gently handing her more tasty things to drink. And after a little bit of time Lili determinately got to her feet off of Hevies lap as the squad began to move again.
Bravely knife in both hands like she were holding a large two-handed sword Lili made haste as the squad advanced slowly, cautiously, moving methodically through the tight maintenance tunnels that seemed to stretch endlessly beneath Mikri Poli. They sought repeatedly to rejoin the main metro tunnels, desperately hoping for a faster, safer route to Achios Prime. Yet each attempt ended in disappointment, as haunting echoes and distant infected lullabies warned them of the overwhelming numbers infesting the main passages.
Forced to withdraw repeatedly, the squad navigated the cramped, oppressive corridors, each step feeling slower and more arduous than the last. Lili walked carefully, gripping the Heavy's armored hand tightly, her small legs quickly tiring from exhaustion. Yet each time fatigue threatened to overwhelm her, the Heavy would gently lift her into his strong arms, carrying her securely through the darkness.
The Sergeant remained ever-watchful, checking frequently on Lili's condition with quiet, steady vigilance. His silent, comforting presence reassured her, anchoring her resolve despite the oppressive atmosphere of the tunnels. Occasionally, he offered small, quiet gestures of kindness—a comforting squeeze of her shoulder or a reassuring nod—reminding her constantly that she was never truly alone.
By the end of the long day nothing bad had luckily happened, but despite this they were all exhausted. So they paused briefly, sitting in a quiet circle in a small side tunnel. Soldiers shared whispered words of encouragement, rationing their food and water carefully. Lili rested quietly, leaning comfortably against the Heavy, her eyelids growing heavy once again, comforted by the soldiers' quiet, steady vigilance and gentle camaraderie. Then the Sargent looked to her and asked her surprisingly if she sensed any danger close by. And for a moment she paused, but sensing nothing she shook her head which immediately seemed to make everyone feel at ease as she then fell asleep.
****
Day 5 within the Metro.
After what felt like an eternity navigating the endless, twisting corridors, the squad discovered a small, abandoned metro station nestled deep within the tunnel network. The Sergeant halted, carefully assessing their surroundings, recognizing its strategic potential as a temporary safe haven.
"Secure this area quickly," he ordered quietly. "Barricade entry points and establish defensive alarms. We rest here."
Soldiers swiftly and quietly set to work, fortifying the small station carefully with rubble, abandoned furniture, and debris, meticulously sealing every potential entrance to ensure their safety. Alarms were carefully rigged, tripwires placed strategically, creating a safe perimeter around their newfound sanctuary.
As the soldiers worked diligently, Lili quietly retrieved her precious white flowers from the Heavy's backpack. With gentle care, she found an old ceramic pot among the cluttered debris. Kneeling carefully, she planted the delicate flowers in the dry soil, embedding her original glowing crystal beneath their roots. Its soft illumination radiated warmth, ensuring the fragile plants' survival despite the darkness and lack of natural elements.
Then she sat back slowly, watching the gentle white glow of the flowers with quiet wonder, a comforting warmth filling her small chest. Soldiers paused briefly, glancing quietly at her silent gesture of hope, finding strength and comfort in her innocent determination amidst the bleakness of their reality.
The Heavy quietly approached, kneeling gently beside her. "Well done little one, It's beautiful, you're a true gardener," he murmured softly, voice deep and comforting behind his mask.
Lili smiled shyly up at him, nodding quietly, her small hand carefully adjusting the cloak draped protectively around her shoulders.
The Sergeant watched silently from nearby, his stern gaze softening slightly as he observed her gentle resilience. "This place will be our home for now," he said quietly to the squad, voice firm but gentle. "We rest, we regroup, and we keep her safe."
Soldiers nodded solemnly, silently reaffirming their protective dedication to Lili. Quiet conversations resumed, men settling carefully around their new sanctuary, finding small moments of solace amidst their grim surroundings.
Hearing the Sargent's words Lili felt a sense of hope once again, while this might not have been a home with much of a view or good soil to plant flowers, it still was a home at least, and to Lili a home meant no more walking for days on end without some real peace.
So Lili leaned comfortably against the Heavy's armored form, her eyelids growing heavy once more. Quietly, she drifted into peaceful sleep, comforted by the squad's steady presence and silent vigilance, secure in the knowledge that, even in these endless dark tunnels, she was never alone and without some form of a home.
****
Day 6 Within the Metro.
Lili woke slowly, comforted by the familiar sounds of quiet movements around her. Sitting up, she rubbed her eyes beneath the oversized helmet, pushing it back gently to see clearly. The soldiers had already established careful routines: two men stood vigilant at opposite ends of the abandoned metro station, while others methodically cleaned weapons, rationed supplies, and adjusted barricades that sealed their temporary home safely from infected threats.
She rose carefully, small hands clutching her cloak around her shoulders as she explored quietly around the station. Near the edge of the platform, she noticed a small piece of broken concrete lying on the floor. Kneeling carefully, she picked it up and concentrated deeply, channeling the warmth from her internal core. Within moments, the dull stone transformed, glowing softly with gentle white illumination.
Soldiers nearby paused, glancing quietly in awe at her quiet demonstration of strength. She smiled shyly beneath her mask and carefully affixed the new glowing crystal firmly to her helmet with a strip of duct tape provided by the Medic, strengthening the comforting illumination around her.
Inspired and feeling purposeful, she began carefully digging small amounts of soil from beneath the old metro tracks. She found small containers among the scattered debris and gently filled them with soil. Seeing her quiet effort, several soldiers approached silently, kneeling beside her, their large armored hands gently assisting her as she carefully planted the precious seeds from her shopping bag. They placed her newly made glowing stones close to the plants, amazed as tiny green sprouts soon began emerging, thriving quickly under the crystals' comforting radiance.
****
Day 7 Within the Metro.
Early the following morning, a small group of soldiers, led by the Corporal, prepared to venture cautiously into nearby tunnels to search for vital supplies. Lili watched quietly, concern in her wide eyes. The Sergeant knelt gently beside her, sensing her worry.
"Don't worry," he murmured reassuringly, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "They'll return soon. You're safe here with us."
She nodded obediently, comforted by his quiet confidence. As the scouting team departed, Lili moved silently through the station, tending gently to her growing plants. Discovering another smooth stone near the metro tracks, she concentrated softly, transforming it carefully into a third glowing crystal. With quiet satisfaction, she placed it gently near her garden, expanding the warm, life-giving glow further.
As evening approached, the scouting team returned safely, carrying carefully scavenged canned food, bottled water, and valuable medical supplies. Their successful return lifted the squad's spirits quietly but significantly. That night, as she prepared to sleep beside the Heavy as usual, the Sergeant approached her gently.
"Heavy is on guard duty tonight," he said softly. "Come rest beside me instead."
Lili nodded shyly, moving carefully to lie quietly beside the Sergeant. His vigilant presence comforted her deeply, allowing her small frame to relax completely, quickly drifting into peaceful sleep protected by his careful watch.
****
Day 8 Within the Metro.
When morning came, Lili awoke feeling inspired. Determined to nurture her small garden further, she found another stone, gently turning it into a glowing crystal. But today, she felt ready to attempt something more ambitious.
Soldiers watched in silent curiosity as she knelt carefully beside a freshly planted strawberry seed. She concentrated intensely, channeling the deep, gentle warmth from her inner core directly into the tiny seed. Astonishment filled the soldiers' eyes as within mere minutes, tender green leaves emerged rapidly, quickly unfolding, and a delicate flower blossomed beautifully before their eyes.
However, the intense effort quickly drained her. Suddenly weak and dizzy, Lili staggered, her small body nearly collapsing. The Medic reacted immediately, catching her gently, his voice quietly urgent and reassuring. He carefully seated her down, providing her with water and food, his careful hands gently checking her condition.
"Rest now, little one," he murmured softly. "You've done enough today."
She nodded weakly, exhaustion overtaking her small frame as she quickly fell into a deep, peaceful sleep, comforted by the quiet concern of the squad around her.
****
Day 9 Within the Metro.
The next day dawned with heightened tension. Haunting lullabies echoed ominously through the tunnels as infected hordes passed disturbingly close by. The Sergeant ordered complete silence, fearing detection and attack.
Lili quietly understood the gravity of the situation and obediently remained silent, tending carefully to her rapidly growing garden. She carefully healed only the weakest plants, sparingly using her powers, determined to remain brave despite the oppressive silence.
She watched quietly as the soldiers maintained disciplined vigilance, learning silently from their precise actions, their unwavering attention comforting her quiet fears. Though bored and restless, she remained obedient and respectful of the squad's strict discipline.
As the day ended, the haunting infected lullabies finally faded gradually into the distance, allowing the squad to relax slightly, though remaining ever cautious and alert.
****
Day 10 Within the Metro.
Lili had spent most of the day quietly tending to her small, glowing garden, carefully watering each fragile plant with gentle attention, her small hands moving carefully beneath the soothing radiance of her crystals. Around her, the soldiers continued their meticulous routines, maintaining defensive perimeters and quietly preparing their gear.
But in one quiet corner of their small sanctuary, the Corporal had been tirelessly working on his bulky backpack radio. For days, he'd sat quietly hunched over the equipment, carefully adjusting dials, and cycling through faint, static-filled frequencies, determinedly seeking contact with the distant capital city, Achios Prime.
Now, suddenly, a burst of clear static crackled sharply from the radio, causing every soldier to instantly freeze, their eyes turning swiftly toward the Corporal. The Sergeant approached immediately, his posture tense and alert.
"Report, Corporal?" he inquired quietly.
The Corporal adjusted the dials quickly, carefully refining the signal until clear voices finally emerged from the static. "I've got it, Sergeant—Capital Defence Forces. Signal's weak, but we can hear their comms."
Immediately, the squad gathered close around the radio, leaning forward intently, hanging silently on every word. Lili cautiously approached, guided gently by the Heavy's careful hand, her eyes wide beneath the heavy helmet as she listened curiously, sensing the profound seriousness of the moment.
Static filled the small room, then the strained, urgent voice of a soldier broke clearly through:
"—Sector Seven, Bastion Two is holding for now, but the eastern trenches are overrun! Repeat, trenches breached—infected flooding through, we need immediate reinforcements at Bastion Two! Emperor help us, they're breaking through the outer perimeter—"
Another voice cut through sharply, calmer but strained, "Bastion Six, holding steady. The infected are massing underground again, attempting entry through the Metro tunnels near Bastions Four and Five. Request additional fire support in lower tunnels, setting up kill zones. Hold the line, brothers!"
Lili's small hands tightened anxiously around the cloak covering her, her breathing shallow beneath her mask as she listened carefully. Around her, soldiers' eyes hardened with grim determination, silently absorbing every detail of the desperate battle taking place far above and beyond their dark sanctuary.
The voices continued, desperate yet unwavering:
"Bastion One reporting severe casualties, walls still holding but barely. Outer defences under constant assault—infected horde numbers increasing exponentially. Ammo running critically low—repeat, ammunition reserves critical!"
The Corporal adjusted the frequency slightly, reducing static as a firm, authoritative voice filled the silence, clearly belonging to a senior officer within the city's defenses:
"This is Commander Marcus Aurelian. All forces, listen closely. We have lost much of Achios to this plague, but we will hold the capital at all costs. The nine steel bastions remain firm, our walls unbreached, trenches reinforced. Achios Prime will not fall this day. Hold your positions—fight bravely. The Emperor watches over us."
The radio transmission continued in fragmented bursts, capturing vivid glimpses of fierce combat—the sound of desperate lasfire, distorted battle cries, and horrific, monstrous roars echoed from the speakers, painting an intense and frightening picture of relentless combat around the city's fortified walls and within its underground tunnels.
Time seemed suspended as the squad listened carefully, gathered closely around the radio like an ancient group might once have gathered around a campfire or a treasured radio broadcast of a distant match. Their breaths came shallow and quick, bodies tense with shared anxiety, hoping desperately that Achios Prime could hold.
Then, suddenly, a dramatic change occurred as night fell over the distant battlefield. The transmissions took on tones of confusion and cautious hope.
"Infected forces… they're pulling back! Repeat, infected hordes withdrawing from outer walls! All units report in, confirm enemy movement!"
"Confirmed—Bastion Four tunnels suddenly clear! No infected presence detected underground!"
"Sector Three trenches reporting same—they're retreating! Emperor's grace, they're actually pulling back!"
Relief and cautious joy filled the voices, tempered only by continued vigilance. "Maintain alertness! Reinforce defensive positions. They may return at dawn. But for now, Achios Prime stands secure."
In the small maintenance room deep beneath Mikri Poli, soldiers exchanged quiet, hopeful glances. Lili looked up uncertainly at the Sergeant, her wide eyes questioning beneath her oversized helmet.
"What does it mean?" she whispered softly, her voice small but clear in the tense silence.
The Sergeant carefully knelt beside her, placing a reassuring armored hand gently upon her shoulder, his voice steady yet comforting. "It means we're not alone, Lili," he answered quietly. "The city still holds. There are other survivors like us, fighting bravely above ground. Achios Prime remains a stronghold—we still have a chance."
Lili nodded softly, feeling a fragile yet powerful sense of hope blooming gently in her small chest. Carefully, she moved closer to the Sergeant, her small hand quietly slipping into his larger, armored palm. He squeezed her hand gently, silently reassuring her of his presence and protection.
"We'll get there," he murmured softly, his voice carrying quiet strength and determination. "No matter what happens, we'll reach Achios Prime together."
As the soldiers carefully resumed their tasks, securing the area and quietly planning their next steps, Lili sat quietly among them, her small heart comforted deeply by the newfound hope delivered from distant, brave voices on the radio. The distant sounds of victory had rekindled something powerful within her—belief, resilience, and the quiet, unwavering determination to survive alongside these quiet, brave guardians who had become her family in the darkness beneath Mikri Poli.