‘So, the trains don’t run any more, right?’ he asked the stalker. Artyom recalled the warnings of the savages regarding the holy passages of the Great Worm. The second possibility was even more improbable. There hadn’t been enough electricity in the metro to move the trains for dozens of years. What was it? It had looked like a train racing by, but it couldn’t have been. He knew that he had to treat his impressions carefully in the metro. He thought it might just have been his imagination. He didn’t want to talk about what he had just seen. But, when he reached the others, Melnik only asked quietly, ‘Didn’t you hear anything just now?’ Artyom nodded. Artyom hurried forward, expecting a dressing-down now.
When it fell on him, Artyom raised his hands just in case and screamed: ‘It’s me! Don’t shoot!’ The flashlight went out. METRO2033.COM DMITRY GLUKHOVSKY They had already noticed his absence and had stopped. He recoiled, slammed the door, and hurried to catch up with the others. METRO2033.COM DMITRY GLUKHOVSKY staring into the dark emptiness and listened until the roar had intensified many times and he saw in the beam of his flashlight something incredibly huge hurtling towards him.
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