Chapter 001: Day Four

The station itself was built two stories above the ground with two giant walk ways stretching out horizontally over the nine lanes of Leesburg Pike Boulevard, and connected to two escalators going down to the street within smaller buildings on each side of the road. The station was covered with decorative concrete that took on the appearance of being caught within a giant web. The station was fed by two separate concrete suspended tracks that trains arrived upon and, in turn, were carried away upon an endless array of Y-shaped concrete columns that stretched off north and south as far as the eye could see.

Terri did not move and was still on the train trying to get a signal on her phone when she heard the high pitch grinding of metal upon metal as the gates were being dragged closed. Looking out, she could see that the walkways now had formidable cross-hatched metal barriers closed tightly, and a large man in orange vest stood shaking the gates, making sure that everything was locked up properly. It was only a few minutes later that the remaining 113 passengers, stranded in their plastic seats high above the streets below, began to hear the sounds of the city tearing itself apart underneath them.

Over the next few months, the 113 who had remained tucked inside the station escaped death in a thousand different ways; most of the time by the smallest margins and just plain luck. The riots that started the night the power went out were the worst of it, as anarchy fell across the city below. During the day, the passengers would escape from the station like squirrels coming down from the trees and gather supplies; always making sure that they were never followed back to their perch. The gates continued to remain closed as the world continued to tear itself apart.

Every now and then during those days, a group of wild-eyed people would make their way up to the opposite side of the gate and yell every vile phrase the human race had ever invented sometimes before, but mostly after, they pleaded for the passengers to open the gate and let them in. The gates remained closed and Terri found herself hiding in the dark cold train with her hands over her ears; trying to think of anything other than the human beings outside of their gate pleading for their lives.

The station itself was built two stories above the ground with two giant walkways stretching out horizontally over the nine lanes of Leesburg Pike Boulevard, and connected to two escalators going down to the street within smaller buildings on each side of the road. The station was covered with decorative concrete that took on the appearance of being caught within a giant web. The station was fed by two separate concrete suspended tracks that trains arrived upon and, in turn, were carried away upon an endless array of Y-shaped concrete columns that stretched off north and south as far as the eye could see.d city. The entire company of the 113 was shaken like helpless rag dolls by the explosions and from that moment on, the pettiness stopped and they somehow managed to not only get along with one another, but survived and prospered against all odds.


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