The light at the end of the tunnel

May 14, 2012 in general, slideshow by technopunk

music : datach’i   “incubate”

It was late, nearly 4am. Central Station was foggy.

The few pedestrians were looking like they were on speed and loving it.

“PATHETIC FUCKS!” , he was screaming and she could hear it coming from the dark tunnels behind her. She wanted the pedestrian conveyor to speed up even though she could barely stand up, her knee was bleeding.

“Defectuous Conveyor – Keep your feet on the ground – Defectuous Conveyor – Keep your feet on the ground” the robotic voice was repeatedly saying, low pitched. Everything slowed down.

“IM GONNA KILL YOU!!!IM FUCKING GOING TO KILL YOU!” he was approaching way too fast.

She heavily fell off the handrail and landed hands first outside the conveyor, hurting her knee even more..But she was now hidden behind the ramp. She was going back, leaving a trail of blood behind her, crawling on two arms and one leg just like an insect.

As she crawled next to the entrance of the tunnel she could hear the guy talking to himself, he was only a few meters away now.

A smashed piece of metallic pipe was laying on the floor, she stopped and grabbed it, stood up right behind the frame of the tunnel’s entrance and as the guy got out from it she found a good piece of anger inside of her to violently smash the piece of junk right into his face.
She felt a huge pain in her hand as she broke one of her finger doing so.

The man started to falter, joining both his hands onto his face that was rapidly covered with blood.

“”Defectuous Conveyor – Remain Still – Defectuous Conveyor – Remain Still”  the conveyor stopped. The man was not down, holding himself on the ramp, still shaken but more than anything else he was blinded by the blood a lot.

She walked towards the dock as fast as she could, she wasn’t looking back. Wind started to blow into the station, the antigravitic shuttle was landing, she managed to catch it.

She sat down on a folding seat. “This shuttle goes to Hangars”.  The doors closed almost immediatly. And as it took off, she held the wrist of her injured hand and thought aloud “piece of infiltrated shit”.


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