You jump out of your seat before anyone else. Run towards the terrorist, but is that the smart thing to do? Why didn't you run?

One second, a scream. In another... You're on top of him.

Struggle.

You and the man roll to the ground. The cylindrical detonator slips and ends up under the stalls. More out of luck and desperation than skill, you manage to ram the guerrilla's head against the edge of a seat, stunning him. You take his skull between your palms with the intention of ramming him again and knocking him out. But you hear a thunderclap, the force of the lead snatches the other's temples from your fingers, and the guy's forehead is left with a hole between eyebrow and eyebrow.

Turn your face and discover Melody two steps behind you. Her countenance is frightened, her skin turns from a whitish pink to a ghostly pallor, and in trembling hands she holds a freshly fired Beretta pistol.

"Are you all right?" she asks in a trembling voice.

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You nod slowly, still processing the situation.

The passengers finally react, and in a fit of panic and instinct, jump up and scale the stalls, escaping in a herd to the doors, even though they are sealed and the train is still moving. One, more smart than the rest, activates the alarm switch near a wall, which turns on a buzzer that echoes throughout the train, and sends a signal alerting the National Security forces.

But before any help can show up, they are met by the thunder of assault rifles.

A bullet pierces a mother and the child she was holding in her arms. A man opens his mouth to scream, but ends up choking on his own blood as another shell embeds itself in his throat.

The lethal swarm forces Melody and you to take cover between the seats, as the herd of civilians turn back to run in the opposite direction, crushing the dead and those who stumbled. A squad of guerrillas comes bursting in from the background, perhaps intending to find out why the bomb didn't explode. Melody alternates between taking cover and leaning out to fire back, a decent job even though she is scared to death.

Intending to support her, you rummage through the stiff's body and grab the Trejo pistol from its holster. The metal of the gun is bright red, inscribed on the right side with a verse by Neruda, and on the left side with the mark of Hugo Chavez's eyes.

Stay in position and support Melody with firepower (Scene 12).

Burst a window with a gunshot and escape with Melody in your arms (Scene 13).