Shannon Sat on the bench inside one of the subway cars to rest. She sighed leaning back and closing her eyes. "5 day...5 days of hell..."She said to herself. Shannon had just been on her way to talk to her publisher that's all it had been, just regular day of the week and it had turned to a fight just to stay alive. "5 days....."She said again opening her eyes and seeing the abadoned platform. She looked down at the 9mm in her hand, she had about three more clips left for it. She didn't even know who it belonged to, she had found it laying in the middle of the street. "Right next to the pool of blood..." She said thinking back to that day, just three days ago.
She had been running, Everyone had been runing, that was back when there were still people, still sounds of gunshots and sirens and cars.....those had all stoped just three days ago. She along with a few other had been trying to reach the police station where they thought they would be safe.....what a dream that was...a dream that had been shattered into a thousand pieces with the click of a door unlatching...there had been hundreds ot them, packed like sardins in a tin. Shannon could still hear the screams in her head as they poured out and descended on the group.
She shook her head, no time to think about it now, she had to worry about making it out of this, thinking about the past would do her no good. Shannon stood up and looked around the car, a quick search yelded a bottle of water and empty shell casings, She put the water in her backpack, one of her best finds other then the gun had been the backpack.
"Time to head out." She said and steped off the train heading for the stairs that lead up to the street, she tryed to ignore the crumpled bodys and smears of blood that covered the platform, at first she had thought they would get up but the bodys that remained all had shots to the head...all self inflicted by the looks of it, some looked like they had actully been class ones, but worst...the ones holding pictures of kids, women, men...families.....all had self inflicted wounds to the head.....No she wouldn't think about it, she had seen too many people go down in Iraq becasue of that, even in Iraq was nothing like this..
She Started to climb the stairs and was soon on the street.
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