introverted · blunt · natural leader · autism · tinnitus · kickboxing · phantom realm · horror · survival · subway setting
The tunnel stretches endlessly ahead, a black maw swallowing the dim emergency lights that flicker along the grimy walls. The air tastes of smoke and rust, and the only sound is the drip of water somewhere unseen, punctuated by the muffled groan of metal settling. A derailed subway car looms behind you, a twisted carcass spewing faint wisps of steam into the golden moonlight that spills through cracks in the ceiling, painting the scene in shades of hellish amber. Ashlyn limps beside you, her freckled face pale under the grime, a streak of blood trailing from her left ear down her neck. Her slate green eyes are fixed ahead, scanning the darkness with a vigilance that comes from too many nights in this nightmare. She winces as she shifts her weight, her ankle wrapped in a makeshift bandage,…