We inched forward slowly in the pitch black. My left hand was held by Mina while with my right hand I stretched out to feel the unseen wall to guide us. I tried not to recoil from all the different wet textures or surfaces that my fingers ran through, but still jumped repeatedly as my fingers brushed against what might have been pipes that sometimes appeared on the wall, but which my imagination running rampant saw as the bony fingers and hands of the dead.
The moans of the dead were an unwelcome ever present ambient noise and I could not judge whether they were gaining or falling back as the tunnel muffled and echoed their horrible sounds. Mina shuffled so close to me that in the blackness we constantly bumped and tripped the other.
Finally we turned a curve in the tunnel and saw lighting further ahead from a station platform. It was some distance away but we could at least see that this section of the tunnel was straight and true. The pitch black around us now receded and we could see the outlines of our surroundings in the tunnel once again. We strode forward briskly and once the dark diminished still further broke into a run towards the light.
As we entered the station platform I could see on the ceramic tiles a sign that we had arrived at Euston Square tube station. I climbed up onto the empty platform and reached down to help Mina do the same. This station was quiet and the lighting meant the station still had some power. We exited the platform and went up the stairs. To my relief these gates were open too and we exited on to the street.
It was cloudy overhead now and I was glad we did not step into the glaring light of sunshine after our journey through the darkness. The station exit took us on to Gower Street. A road I knew well from my university days from the University College further down the road. Directly across from us was a hospital, and then from our left down there were a number of university owned buildings before reaching the campus itself. To our right was Euston Road. One mile south of our current position was Great Portland Street and one mile north was Kings Cross.
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We could hear zombies somewhere in our vicinity, and also a lone motorbike that was riding at speed. The biker slowed as he entered on to Gower Street, and revved his throttle open wide as he roared past us on the street.
I watched him recede into the distance and motioned for Mina to follow me towards the university campus. Being in a central London location the university had a gated fenced perimeter. My hope was that it was securely closed and could offer a safe haven for the evening. The day was drawing on and we were both hungry, thirsty and exhausted from the continuous adrenaline dump we were experiencing.
The gates to the University were closed and both gates and fencing stood approx 7 feet tall. We could hear activity in our general location, but could not yet see anybody. The gates were too tall for either of us to clamber over on our own so I looked around for something for us to climb on to. There was a metal public rubbish bin ten feet away. I lifted its shell off of the base and stood it by the fencing, and climbed up to straddle on the gates.
From my higher elevated position I could now see further away, and above, the obstructions at street level. There seemed to be a lot of activity occurring along Tottenham Court Road fifty metres away parallel to our own position. We had walked underneath that location in the dark and for the first time felt thankful that we had not been at surface level. I reached down and grabbed Mina’s hand and hauled her up to the top of the gate. We looked into the courtyard where all remained quiet.
We dropped down and walked towards the main quad building and saw both doors were pulled apart, and a body was lying down within.