Friday, December 23, 2016
It takes four minutes for the train I ride to go through the tunnel.
At minute three, I knew something was wrong.
The train lost power. It went pitch black. It kept rolling, and stopped just outside the tunnel entrance.
Not a word was spoken from the twenty or so of us in the train.
The world is blanketed in thick layers of grey powder.
The surrounding forest is nothing but rows of bare trunks sticking out of the ground like coarse hair. No life. Nothing.
The passengers all scrambled out. Fighting. Frantic.
I refused to move.
I don't know where the other passengers went, but I know where they are now. They don't look right. There is bubbly red foam dripping from their noses and mouths. One of them is chewing on a small hand. Another one, has long blond hair hanging from a piece of skin in his mouth.
They're scratching to get in.
They're leaving pieces of skin on the windows.
What do I do?
What do we do?