Author: uberbudgie





My friend and are are in a dark underground train station that may or may not be abandoned; all of the trains have gone for the evening. Everything

smells like damp earth, metal, and oil.



Two or three lights are flooding the tunnel with

a sickly orange glow, and sputtering. The rest

are broken and the bulbs hang shattered from

the ceiling.



We have to hide; we have to find something

but I don't know what it is. I don't think that

she knows what it is either... So, we keep

crawling into large pipes and broken down doorways that keep leading deeper and

deeper underground. We have to go where

it is safe, and something unknown is hunting

us. If we get to the last room, we will be safe.

(????).



We keep crawling under semi-hidden doors

and windows, and the concrete becomes

older and older. Mud is streaked across our

faces and on the hems of our skirts.



We get to the final room; it looks cross

between an abandoned cannery and an

old church. There are puddles of horse

urine all over the dirt floor, which had once

been concrete, but was worn into the earth.

Filth and newspapers covered the ground,

and straw... Pidgeons flew through the

rafters and dusty air, and half of the

windows were either plates of galvanized

metal or ancient dust-caked broken glass

where sunlight streamed through the cracks

in fragmented shafts of light.



We held each other, shaking; whatever it

was was not there. Whatever hunted for

us was getting close, and all of the doors

were barred.

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