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Authors: Matthew Warwick
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the darkness.
He soon found himself getting colder. The intense heat of the carriage was now sapped by the damp chill of the tunnel. There was little to see ahead, except a bright red light up on the left of the tunnel walls and the tracks disappearing into the black. Zac found himself walking backwards over the rocky hard core on which the tracks were resting, too distressed at the inhuman slaughter he had barely escaped in the carriage. The increasingly distant screeches amplified his fear of pursuers streaming down the dark tunnel behind him. He scrutinised every recess of the tunnel walls as he moved up the subway, fearful of hidden dangers and yearning for an exit top side to normality.
After walking what seemed like miles over the punishing hard core he came to a right hand bend in the tunnel.
A sign on the wall read, “MILE END 400 BRAKE.”
“A station.” Zac mumbled with apprehensive anticipation.
He hobbled on, his leg was starting to feel better, and no permanent damage from his stunt man leap from the train. Zac was no action man hero type. At school, he had always been picked last for sports and in the holidays, he would rarely go out riding a bike or climbing trees. He would sooner stay at home and watch Doctor Who, but even then he would daydream about being a Dalek, rather than the Doctor. Safer inside an impenetrable metal armour, than running around with a screwdriver. He wasn’t cut out for this situation, and he knew it. His musings were intersected by a salvo of ear splitting screams, cracking through the darkness from back down the tunnel. They were through.
“Oh shit!” he yelped as he turned and started running.
“MILE END 200 BRAKE”
He didn’t look back this time, he couldn’t. He focused on the light opening up ahead of him, as the next station came into view. There were no trains alongside the platforms, which neatly sandwiched the track bed in the middle. Each platform had a pedestrian tunnel leading up a large concrete staircase, there was little movement on either of the platforms and no obvious masses of blood thirsty freaks. So far, so good. He slowed to a cautious approach as he breached the tunnel darkness. He didn’t have much time before the pack baring down on him, would catch up. He edged out of the tunnel and ducked under the lip of the platform. He slowly raised his head and examined the length of the station on both sides, before quickly ducking his head down again. There were people at the far end of the left hand platform, but were they normal? He just couldn’t tell.
The sound of hundreds of feet crashing through hard core, drew ever closer. Zac found himself torn. Did he take the chance and expose himself to the people on the platform? Maybe they’ll help. Or maybe they’re like the others, hurtling their way up the subway. Zac needed to go to his safe place, inside that Dalek armour, but burying his head in the sand wasn’t an option. He decided he would take the chance and announce himself to the group. He skipped over to a small set of metal steps at the end of the platform. To the left of the steps was a large metal cage, containing a variety of electric junction boxes. The group of seven or eight people were all huddled around a bench at the far end of the platform, surrounded by a variety of bags and suitcases. They were normal. Zac instantly raised a hand and caught the attention of an elderly man in a long trench coat and trilby hat, who forced an inquisitive grin. Abruptly the man broke eye contact with Zac and turned his attention to the tunnel. Zac snapped his head to the right. Standing in the shadows of the tunnel arch was a young male, his face completely canvased in bright shiny red fluid, which coated his shirt and dripped from his fingers onto the track. They were
He soon found himself getting colder. The intense heat of the carriage was now sapped by the damp chill of the tunnel. There was little to see ahead, except a bright red light up on the left of the tunnel walls and the tracks disappearing into the black. Zac found himself walking backwards over the rocky hard core on which the tracks were resting, too distressed at the inhuman slaughter he had barely escaped in the carriage. The increasingly distant screeches amplified his fear of pursuers streaming down the dark tunnel behind him. He scrutinised every recess of the tunnel walls as he moved up the subway, fearful of hidden dangers and yearning for an exit top side to normality.
After walking what seemed like miles over the punishing hard core he came to a right hand bend in the tunnel.
A sign on the wall read, “MILE END 400 BRAKE.”
“A station.” Zac mumbled with apprehensive anticipation.
He hobbled on, his leg was starting to feel better, and no permanent damage from his stunt man leap from the train. Zac was no action man hero type. At school, he had always been picked last for sports and in the holidays, he would rarely go out riding a bike or climbing trees. He would sooner stay at home and watch Doctor Who, but even then he would daydream about being a Dalek, rather than the Doctor. Safer inside an impenetrable metal armour, than running around with a screwdriver. He wasn’t cut out for this situation, and he knew it. His musings were intersected by a salvo of ear splitting screams, cracking through the darkness from back down the tunnel. They were through.
“Oh shit!” he yelped as he turned and started running.
“MILE END 200 BRAKE”
He didn’t look back this time, he couldn’t. He focused on the light opening up ahead of him, as the next station came into view. There were no trains alongside the platforms, which neatly sandwiched the track bed in the middle. Each platform had a pedestrian tunnel leading up a large concrete staircase, there was little movement on either of the platforms and no obvious masses of blood thirsty freaks. So far, so good. He slowed to a cautious approach as he breached the tunnel darkness. He didn’t have much time before the pack baring down on him, would catch up. He edged out of the tunnel and ducked under the lip of the platform. He slowly raised his head and examined the length of the station on both sides, before quickly ducking his head down again. There were people at the far end of the left hand platform, but were they normal? He just couldn’t tell.
The sound of hundreds of feet crashing through hard core, drew ever closer. Zac found himself torn. Did he take the chance and expose himself to the people on the platform? Maybe they’ll help. Or maybe they’re like the others, hurtling their way up the subway. Zac needed to go to his safe place, inside that Dalek armour, but burying his head in the sand wasn’t an option. He decided he would take the chance and announce himself to the group. He skipped over to a small set of metal steps at the end of the platform. To the left of the steps was a large metal cage, containing a variety of electric junction boxes. The group of seven or eight people were all huddled around a bench at the far end of the platform, surrounded by a variety of bags and suitcases. They were normal. Zac instantly raised a hand and caught the attention of an elderly man in a long trench coat and trilby hat, who forced an inquisitive grin. Abruptly the man broke eye contact with Zac and turned his attention to the tunnel. Zac snapped his head to the right. Standing in the shadows of the tunnel arch was a young male, his face completely canvased in bright shiny red fluid, which coated his shirt and dripped from his fingers onto the track. They were
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