Percy Star stalked around in the flooded train station, holding onto his flashlight tightly. "Hey," he whispered. "anypony here?" (You may begin when ready. Signups are somewhere.)
Percy Star clipped his light to his saddlebag and drew his revolver. "I'll ask again, anypony there?" He called, no longer whispering. "I have a gun, and I'm not afraid to shoot."
Trucy was wondering about topside, looking for supplies when she suddenly heard a voice coming from a near by station entrance. She trotted over careful and hollered down, “Anypony down there?”
Mouse backed up, and the rats chattered at her feet. She prodded them forward, and they stepped into his line of view.
Percy turned to face Trudy. "Drop the bag or I..." He stopped himself and stepped forward. "...How old are ya? And why are you out here?" He asked.
Trucy flinched when Percy made his demands, but she soon returned back to her normal stance. "Oh. Hello. I'm Trucy, last I remember, I think I was 14. I'm out here looking for some food though." She looked over and saw Mouse with the swarm of rats. "Oh..."
Percy turned to Mouse. "Are you infected?" He asked. "Same with you too, filly. I will shoot if you don't respond."
"No, I'm not infected. At least I don't think I am..." She continued to stare at the rats around Mouse. "Err, you know there's rats around you, right?"
She grinned and picked up one off the rats, and cooed. "Yes, I know." She held out the rat. "His name is Presley."
"Right. Do you two have a place to-" Percy went dead silent as a clicking sound echoed throughout the subway. "Clickers. Be very quiet. We need to leave. Now."
Trucy looked around unsteadily for a minute before whispering down, "Hey, get up here, quickly. I got a safe place not too far from here."
Percy reached for Mouses's hoof. "Yeah. Let's hurry! The Clickers will hear us if we're not careful," he whispered.
"Alright," responded Mouse. She squeaked at the rodents, and they scurried of in the other direction. A loud clang came from the opposite direction. "There! They're distracting the Clickers. Let's go." She grabbed his hoof in return, and followed the young filly.
Percy pushed Mouse forward, then grabbed a roll of duct tape from the ground. "Go! C'mon." He said, following the two.
