“The train. Where’s the train??!” I kept hearing as I was going down the stairs to the platform. Behind me the doors slammed shut and people started barricading them. It was a frenzy on the platform, people darting back and forth, children crying and mothers praying. I pushed through the people trying to get to the edge of the platform.

“Where is the train?!” I screamed. The doors where I came from suddenly made a loud bang. The majority of the people went quiet besides the few that screamed. There came more banging, as if someone, or something, was throwing themselves against the door. I turn to the man next to me, who was praying to his God.

“Mister. Do you have any clue as to where the train is!?” I said. The man started mumbling in a language I didn’t know. I repeated myself a couple of more times before inching myself closer to him to hear what he was saying.

“The train is not coming.. the train is not coming..” he mumbles in broken English. He turns and looks at me before grabbing my shoulders and rising up on his toes. “THE TRAIN IS NOT COMING!!” His spit went all over my face, his eyes bulging and his face as red as a rose. A vein was bulging out on top of his right eyebrow. “WE’LL BE FOOD FOR THE CREATURES ABOVE!!”

As soon as he said this the sound of the slamming doors became louder, as if more things were throwing themselves against it. We all held our breaths and looked at the doors, wondering how much longer they would hold. I shook my head, breaking myself from the trance. I looked at the train schedule. The train was supposed to be here 5 minutes ago….

“Ma’am!” I turn around to see a lady carrying her baby. “Do you know when the train is coming?! We need to get out of here!”

“I don’t know ma’am, I don’t know…” I whispered. I left her and walked to the edge of the platform, where the mumbling man was yet again. A screech sounded by the doors.

“Hold them back!” A man yelled. A couple abled bodies rushed to help the ones holding the doors. The screaming in the room intensified. I jumped down on the tracks. The mumbling man looked at me confused. “I said hold them back!” The man holding the doors yelled. Him and the others were the only ones stopping what was outside from coming in.

“I think this will keep them back!” Another man said. I glanced over and saw him take out a black object. It was a gun.

POP

POP

POP

Three shots rang out. Everyone rushed towards the other side of the platform, away from the doors, screaming, crying, fighting their way to the farthest side away from the doors. The banging from the doors became louder.

“I thought you said that would keep them away! You just brought more of them over!” You could hear the desperation in his voice. It was obvious the men were struggling to hold whatever was on the other side of the door, back.

I glanced at the long dark tunnel, sinking to my knees.

….where’s the train?