At the entrance to the subway station stood temporary barricades made of building debris and wrecked cars. After going down the stairs and around several turns, they finally reached the platform. Many of the people who had escaped were huddled there beneath blankets or clothing, shivering. Tear tracks were still clearly visible on their filthy faces.
Some were crying quietly, some stared blankly into space, and some knelt in prayer. But more simply held their friends close, offering one another words of comfort.
There was one good thing about central Manhattan: there were basically no residential areas here. It was a gathering place for major corporations and businesses, so most of those rescued were office workers. There were no complications involving the elderly or children.
New York's subway power system was an independent network, so the underground hall was still lit by a pale, ghastly light, making the atmosphere all the more bleak.
The National Guard was stationed here. They had originally been a second-line force, so no one could expect them to achieve any favorable exchange rate against the Aliens. At this point, nearly everyone was wounded.
However, the military did have some smart people. Though there were many bugs, entrances to subway stations were only so large. By using barricades to block most of the gaps and setting up heavy firepower, they could definitely hold out for a while.
The civilians entering the subway network could then be rapidly transported to the outskirts by train, or simply relocate elsewhere on foot. They were currently waiting for the trains to be dispatched, but they had not arrived yet.
The bugs held an advantage in the air, but once they entered the confined underground space, their mobility would be greatly weakened. It was barely an advantage humanity had managed to