was bashed and dented, the lock snapped completely. Luke pulled the door open slowly. It creaked, so he prised the door open enough for him to squeeze through, and then waited. He couldn’t hear anything. At least those things are long gone… They're probably feasting on that man.
Little lights of red, yellow and blue flashed across a terminal in front of Luke. They could have been indicating anyt hing from low power to a fault on the tracks. Even if there was a conveniently placed instruction manual, Luke didn’t have time to read it. There was a large flashing message across a screen to Luke’s left. ‘Brakes Locked’. Luke pressed the button to release the breaks. Nothing happened. He placed his hand on his chin and began to rub his unshaven face as he glanced over the control panel. After a pause, he began to press a selection of buttons. It wasn’t long before a beep echoed throughout the station. Luke’s heart skipped a beat and he held his breath. What have I done?
“ Disengaging locks... Don't forget to choose your destination on your wrist devices. The tram will not stop unless passengers want to board, or leave the tram. Thank you.” The familiar computerised female voice sounded out of the tram’s speaker system. Luke wasn't sure whether to believe the computerised voice. Knowing my luck, the tram will stop next to a horde of those creatures. There was a moment of silence, and then the doors closed simultaneously. The tram jumped forward and began to move. Luke lost his balance, as he fell back into the wall behind him. He moved out of the control room and edged back into a seat. Finally I can rest . But he knew there could be complications he would have to overcome when the tram eventually stopped.
Chapter 7
Luke swayed from side to side in his seat as the tram moved. It made him feel incredibly sleepy. He shook his head and gave himself a slap on the face to keep him awake and alert. To his right was a not so comfortable bench identical in design to the one he was sitting on, except the padding had been gnawed off. The glass in the window across from him was shattered, stained with trickles of blood that had congealed into a small pool at the bottom of the window. As Luke continued to glance around the tram he saw torn bits of clothing piled up in the corner of the tram like a nest for a rodent, a human sized rodent. There were cracks in the glass where the man had fired off rounds. A large splatter of blood clung to a panel by a door, it dripped down slowly like someone had thrown a can of paint at the panel.
The tram entered a tunnel and the lights inside became brighter. Luke shifted in his chewed seat, he was uncomfortable, but he didn’t want to move to another bench with someone’s blood for company. He glanced out of the window, nothing but blackness surrounded the tram in the tunnel. A door slammed behind him as the tram turned with the tracks. Luke jumped from his seat and took cover behind it. He heard nothing, only the tram’s low hum. The door crashed again, he ducked at the sound. I can't live like this, jumping at every noise. He rose to his feet, and walked cautiously to where he heard the emissions of noise. One of the emergency exit doors had its lock broken and a bar which had held it in place had snapped. The door crashed against the side of the tram again. Luke checked his vicinity for something to block the door. He noticed the pile of torn clothes in the corner and edged towards them. As he moved closer he could smell the stench of urine and faeces, Luke gagged, but he carried on. He pinched at the clothes, but only picked up a small piece of clothing. He stopped for a brief moment, and then used a firm grip and picked up a handful. As he walked to the banging door, a piece of clothing fell from his grip, and a strip of faeces splattered against the floor, Luke didn’t notice what he had dropped until he stepped in it. He shoved the clothing into the gap between the door
Little lights of red, yellow and blue flashed across a terminal in front of Luke. They could have been indicating anyt hing from low power to a fault on the tracks. Even if there was a conveniently placed instruction manual, Luke didn’t have time to read it. There was a large flashing message across a screen to Luke’s left. ‘Brakes Locked’. Luke pressed the button to release the breaks. Nothing happened. He placed his hand on his chin and began to rub his unshaven face as he glanced over the control panel. After a pause, he began to press a selection of buttons. It wasn’t long before a beep echoed throughout the station. Luke’s heart skipped a beat and he held his breath. What have I done?
“ Disengaging locks... Don't forget to choose your destination on your wrist devices. The tram will not stop unless passengers want to board, or leave the tram. Thank you.” The familiar computerised female voice sounded out of the tram’s speaker system. Luke wasn't sure whether to believe the computerised voice. Knowing my luck, the tram will stop next to a horde of those creatures. There was a moment of silence, and then the doors closed simultaneously. The tram jumped forward and began to move. Luke lost his balance, as he fell back into the wall behind him. He moved out of the control room and edged back into a seat. Finally I can rest . But he knew there could be complications he would have to overcome when the tram eventually stopped.
Chapter 7
Luke swayed from side to side in his seat as the tram moved. It made him feel incredibly sleepy. He shook his head and gave himself a slap on the face to keep him awake and alert. To his right was a not so comfortable bench identical in design to the one he was sitting on, except the padding had been gnawed off. The glass in the window across from him was shattered, stained with trickles of blood that had congealed into a small pool at the bottom of the window. As Luke continued to glance around the tram he saw torn bits of clothing piled up in the corner of the tram like a nest for a rodent, a human sized rodent. There were cracks in the glass where the man had fired off rounds. A large splatter of blood clung to a panel by a door, it dripped down slowly like someone had thrown a can of paint at the panel.
The tram entered a tunnel and the lights inside became brighter. Luke shifted in his chewed seat, he was uncomfortable, but he didn’t want to move to another bench with someone’s blood for company. He glanced out of the window, nothing but blackness surrounded the tram in the tunnel. A door slammed behind him as the tram turned with the tracks. Luke jumped from his seat and took cover behind it. He heard nothing, only the tram’s low hum. The door crashed again, he ducked at the sound. I can't live like this, jumping at every noise. He rose to his feet, and walked cautiously to where he heard the emissions of noise. One of the emergency exit doors had its lock broken and a bar which had held it in place had snapped. The door crashed against the side of the tram again. Luke checked his vicinity for something to block the door. He noticed the pile of torn clothes in the corner and edged towards them. As he moved closer he could smell the stench of urine and faeces, Luke gagged, but he carried on. He pinched at the clothes, but only picked up a small piece of clothing. He stopped for a brief moment, and then used a firm grip and picked up a handful. As he walked to the banging door, a piece of clothing fell from his grip, and a strip of faeces splattered against the floor, Luke didn’t notice what he had dropped until he stepped in it. He shoved the clothing into the gap between the door
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