re: #237 Targetpractice, Worst of Both Worlds

*shudders* My friend, nothing is quite as nerve-wracking as crawling through a nearly pitch-black metro tunnel, hearing the wheezing of those damned things, praying that the wheezing doesn’t turn to screeching and running. Especially when you’ve got a mag and a half of ammo, threadbare armor, and a handful of stimpaks to fall back on.

That’s Friday night for an NYC Transit cop.