The Green Line had been modified, Billy noticed. Boards protected the windows. Billy couldn’t see inside to know if it was safe, but that concern was trumped by the flytrap heads that rushed them from behind, fifty to seventy pouring down the stairs en masse. The huge choir of clacking teeth echoed throughout the station. From the other side of the platform, schoolgirls were coming down at them from the south set of stairs. They were a solid front, but far enough from the subway car that if Billy and Jessica made a break for it, they might avoid them. “Looks like we don’t have a choice,” Billy shouted over the demonic noise. “We have to get on the Green Line! RUN!” The subway car edged forward, slowly gaining speed. Jessica shook her head but seemed to understand. He clutched her arm tighter. The plan to reach the address on the piece of paper and destroy a film projector in an apartment—a plan relayed by half a dozen corpses back at Corporate Tower—had been abandoned in seconds.
