"John E. Stith - Manhattan Transfer" - читать интересную книгу автора (Stith John E)

"I don't have any idea at all. Maybe a bridge above us
collapsed. I hope we'll find out when we get above ground." He
hoped the prospect of finding out more when they got moving would
appeal to them, but he didn't give the bridge theory any real
credence. This was something worse. How much worse, he had no
idea.
"Take off your coat so we can use it as a litter," Matt said
quickly to the taller man, who wore a raincoat.
The man didn't respond.
"Come on." Matt grabbed the man's arm.
The man took the coat off as though in a trance. Matt laid
out the coat next to the injured man.
"Come on," he said as he knelt beside the man. "Help me
move him."
Like obedient automatons the three each gripped a shoulder
or a leg and helped shift the injured man onto the coat. Matt
took the edge of the coat next to the man's damaged arm so he
could make sure nothing bumped against it. Together the four of
them lifted the man to waist height and started up the tunnel.
"If anyone gets tired, say so before you lose your grip. We're
taking a big enough risk already."
As they reached the severed car, Matt stopped to retrieve
his bag, and he found some passengers were still inside the car.
"Something is blocking the tunnel back there. Everyone who can
walk had better get started. No help is going to be here anytime
soon from the way things look. Walk forward to the next stop.
Anyone who's in good enough shape to run should do it and call
nine-one-one. And stay away from the extra rail. Move fast, but
stay calm."
Someone in the dark said, "My buddy says you can call for
help from phones on the tunnel walls."
"If you see one, try it. Otherwise just keep going. But
help anyone who needs it. Who can pass the word to the people in
the lead car?" As soon as he heard a voice say, "I can," he and
the others moved forward with the victim. Seconds later Matt
realized that a blinking minivid "active" light was tracking them
as they walked. Whoever it was even had a pinhead lamp shedding
dim light on the tunnel walls. Irritated that someone was
photographing them, he said, "Take your home movies somewhere
else, why don't you? We need to get out of here."
A feminine voice sounded from behind the light. "This is
for WNBC. What's your name, please?"
The voice seemed familiar. As a man with a lighter moved
closer to the person with the minivid, Matt saw that it was the
black-haired woman whose shoulder had bumped against his chest
since the last stop. Matt made no reply.
They maneuvered past the walkway beside the severed car and
past the lead car. Matt made sure no one was left aboard as they
passed. Flickering light illuminated a scattering of possessions
left behind. A headphone lay near a dark spill of blood on a