As I keep seeing into the darkness, some shapes and figures appear, some of them what you expect; rails, broken lights, not the train, the train is not coming...
Some of them are not as familiar, a moving blob, as big as a child but certainly not as cute, certainly faster than one.
My feet find themselves running, my body falls more than once, with the hands I push forward and try to get a rock at the same time.
The light from the opposite train gives the blob a far more discernible aspect and it is certainly not nice.
My rock finds it but it barely slows it down if at all, I run towards the desert station, the green neon light a beacon of hope if I’ve ever seen one.
I jump over the rails, the blob comes, electricity hits, I have some time to push myself into the corridor, to keep running past the stairs...it is a big station, the light flickers, in the best case scenario this is gonna be a long night.
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