The Trip gone wrong (closed for Shexay)

[gavinco90210]

Your head pounds mercilessly. You slowly open your eyes to see yourself in a dim subway station. You have no idea how you got here. The last thing you remember was being with your class on its trip through the US.

It is cold and deserted, a mist envelopes you...

In the distance a long howling cry of a train whistle speeds away...a few newspapers tumble by, some getting pinned against the cold damp stone of the walls.

 

[shexay_xx]

Sara slowely opened her eyes, and winced as a bolt of pain shot through her head, she lifted a hand to her head and felt a bump at the side of her head. She frowned in confusion looking around and taking in her surroundings. How the hell did she end up at a subway station? And where was her class?

The last thing she remembered was walking arm in arm with a classmate, wispering amongst themselves as the tour guide droned on and on.
Sarah shivered as the wind blew against her, goosepimples dancing across her skin. She looked around uncertainly, the mist creating a sinister and eerie amosphere.

She reached into her coat looking for her phone and gasped as her hand grasped nothing, she checked the other pocket . Her eyes alight with panic and confusion.
Nothing.
She must have been mugged, it was the only explanation she could think of, that explained her being there. It was the only explanation she wanted to think of.

Sarah looked around hoping for a train guard or someone to help. But she saw nothing but newspapers dancing across the cobbled floors. And she bit her lip, trying to think of what to do.

 

[gavinco90210]

Sara slowely opened her eyes, and winced as a bolt of pain shot through her head, she lifted a hand to her head and felt a bump at the side of her head. She frowned in confusion looking around and taking in her surroundings. How the hell did she end up at a subway station? And where was her class?

The last thing she remembered was walking arm in arm with a classmate, wispering amongst themselves as the tourgide droned on and on.
Sarah shivered as the wind blew against her, goosepimples dancing across her skin. She looked around uncertainly, the mist creating a sinister and eerie amosphere.

She reached into her coat looking for her phine and gasped as her hand grasped nothing, she checked the other pocket . Her eyes alight with panic and confusion.
Nothing.
She must have been mugged, it was the only explanation she could think of, that explained her being there. It was the only explanation she wanted to think of.

Sarah looked around hoping for a train guard or someone to help. But she saw nothing but newspapers dancing across the cobbled floors. And she bit her lip, trying to think of what to do.

She saw a ticket office across the tracks, under a rusty partly caved in roof...

Hello, she says, but receives no answer...

Looking into the booth, she find it just as cold dark and lfieless as the rest of the place...She notices a time table on the back wall....a large variety of numbers and times and stops were scrawled about...

Do they still use chalk boards for this sort of thing? Then she saw the date, 1973, alongside a note saying 'closed until further notice'

Damn this must must be one of the old abandoned tunnels...how did she get here....

then she hears it...footsteps

 

[shexay_xx]

Sarah saw a ticket office across the tracks, under a rusty partly caved in roof

She walked up to it cautiously, her feet echoing in the silence.
"Hello?" she frowned as she recieved no answer, it was like a ghost town!

She put her head into the booth , shivering at the coldness, her eyes scanning it, nobody.
Her eyes stopped on a timetable and a feeling of dread seeped through her body as she read it.


she saw the date, 1973, alongside a note saying 'closed until further notice'

She frowned in confusion, how the hell had she gotten here?! Seemed like she was in one of those old abandoned tunnels? (lol)

And then she heard it, the slow steady sound of footsteps. Sarah gulped unsure of what to do, she stood under the roof of the ticket office, peering into the mist, her eyes squinting.
Whispering softly and fearfully, "what the hell is going on?"

 

[shexay_xx]

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