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The-Author T. J. Blake,
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other writers don't; an ability to draw the reader in
so that you are there, midst the scenery”
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A man sat slumped with his back against the
wall, injured and staring at the last flickering
light, at a vandalised station on the London
Underground; the bricks and tiles scattered
across the floor. The bloodstained walls have
made it unrecognisable. No one else was
around. He sat in the corner of the stop,
deeply hidden within the shadows. The
entrance was barricaded with collapsed
concrete and bricks. Specks of dust floated
down from the ceiling onto the ground and
covered the man in a sheen of white.
Complete silence was occasionally interrupted
by loud screams from above, mostly from
women and children. As the screaming
stopped, murmuring and deep roars began.
The sounds were not completely clear, but
resembled a heavy smoker clearing his throat.
The man emptied his pockets; a wallet was all
he had; it contained only a bank card and
driving licence. Tom was thirty-years old,
with roughed-up black hair and stubble on his
face. He wore a suit that had seen better days.
His shirt was covered in blood and there was
a deep gash on his shoulder, with blood
trickling slowly down and further staining it.
As he stared at his driving licence, he inhaled
and exhaled wearily, and mentally went over
the events leading to his current
circumstances...
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Today’s been hard. How could a day go from being
so good to so fucked up so fast? I don't even know
what's going on anymore. How am I going to get
help?
Tom slowly rose. Dust fell from him, creating
a smoky atmosphere. He choked. In pain, he
clutched his injured leg, fell into the wall and
slid onto the ground.
Blood dribbled from a wound on his leg; it
had been oozing blood for some time now.
Trying to shake off the pain, he slowly and
carefully pushed himself upright.
Breathing heavily, he used all the strength in
his legs and balanced first on his left foot and
then his right, testing the strength to ensure
the limbs would bear his weight. He began to
limp toward the blocked exit. Tom moved
some of the debris. After a few moments, he
kicked the barricade in frustration as he
realized it was completely blocked with
monstrous pieces of concrete that would
require heavy equipment to move.
He knew there was no choice but to walk
through the tunnel to the next stop in search
of a clear exit. The thought of this journey into
the dark with no light at all to assist him sent a
shiver down his spine, his palms began to
sweat and the hairs on his neck stood on end.
He stepped off the platform, onto the tracks,
and stared weakly into the gaping black maw
of the tunnel. Tom took a cautious step toward
the darkness. He was shaken when he heard a
scream echo through the blackness. It sounded
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like a grown man. He took one step; followed
by another. Then yet another step, until he
stumbled into something on his left side. He
knelt cautiously, trying to protect his injured
leg as much as possible. He leaned forward,
squinting to make the best of the feeble light.
Tom saw that he’d tripped over the corpse of
young man, who seemed to be in his early
twenties. He wore a green polo shirt and blue
jeans, soaked in blood. The clothes clung
tightly to his physique. His arm was covered
in blood, with deep scratches all over it; the
entire arm had a strange, lumpy, chewed look.
The bile climbed into Tom’s throat; he
vomited violently and fell onto his hands and
knees.
Screams faded into the distance, but Tom
attempted to block them from his mind. He
stared at the filthy train tracks; the musky
scent of the tracks and the smell of the rotting
corpse overwhelmed his senses, making him
nauseous. Tom continued to focus on the dust-
filled tracks. He watched the clumps of dust
rolling from his knees, past his hands toward
the tunnel, blown by a breeze that entered the
stop behind him.
He placed his palms on the grimy wall and
pulled himself to his feet. He stepped away
from the wall and stood upright, facing the
tunnel. Clenching his shaking fists, he began
to walk toward the tunnel. As he stumbled
past the corpse, the shadows wrapped around
him; dragging him in. He disappeared into the
darkness…
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