said Franco, quietly. “Better them than us,” said Keenan. “Damn right,” snapped Knuckles. He still held Olga’s hand, and his eyes carried a strange, haunted look. “Time for us to get out of here,” said Professor Xakus. His eyes were gleaming, as, for the first time in history, he tested his sparkling new toy. MICHELLE turned and stomped across the chamber. Reaching the wall, she lifted mighty alloy fists above herself and grasped a thick, swinging chain. She pulled with a tremendous effort and there came a grinding of distant heavy gears. Before their eyes, the wall opened with a rugged shuddering of steel and stone panels. Night air flooded in, and within their cocoon they could smell the freshness of the night, still laced with a scent of smoke from recent fires. MICHELLE stomped up massive blocks which formed steps, and out onto the street. Dark cube-scrapers towered around them. Zombies were milling everywhere, like insects. MICHELLE stepped on a few, whirling and whirring, and Keenan leant close to Xakus.
