Sorry for the double post, but this entire adventure is not about the train derailing. Go along with the story, and stop trying to make it go where it will eventually instead.
(btw it's not redq there's no o line)
A while ago, I started a forum adventure called
Subway Stories centered around being stuck in a subway tunnel after a train derails.
I enjoyed writing it, but never finished it. So, as the great Ray Charles once sang, here we go again. This time, I've added ambient noise and music to the adventure while you read. If you'd like, click the station signs or links within the text.
It's already 8 AM and nobody's down on the platform. Guess they're still watching Good Morning America.
You hold your morning coffee in your hand, fiddling about with your phone in the other. Despite the already sweltering heat of summer apparent above ground, the tunnels provide a cool, albeit foul smelling, respite. As you shift your bag on your shoulder, another cool breeze floats through the tunnel and onto the platform.
You glance behind you at the map on the wall. 168th Street, formerly known as Washington Heights - 168th. A good portion of the map is in Spanish, a nod to the mostly Spanish and Hispanic population in the Heights. You give a friendly nod to a young woman who descends the stairs onto the platform. She returns the nod with a slight smile.
It's 2014, and you ponder why MTA hasn't bothered putting up LED schedule screens as you check your watch for the fifteenth time. Guess the conductor coming down from 181st is taking his sweet ass time. You have a bit of time to kill, so you put in your earbuds and turn on a little bit of
Bombay Bicycle Club. The din of the station is suddenly exchanged with the guitar and bass laced capo of Always Like This as you take a sip of your coffee.
...
Several minutes pass and your music changes several times. Eventually growing tired of listening to music, you pull your earbuds back out and stuff them into your pocket. Another minute passes before the intercom blares to life.
"1 train approaching, service to South Ferry."Finally. You shuffle your bag once more as the train enters the station, the screeching of the brakes deafening as it echoes off the vaulted ceiling. You're already at the doors as they hiss open, and in the car before anybody has even exited (not that they would).
The car is relatively empty, save for you, the girl from the platform, and an older man sitting at the back reading the Wall Street Journal. You take a seat and set your bag down next to you as you sip your coffee once more.
It's gonna be a long ride downtown. What now?
a. Check your bag.
b. Listen to more music.
c. Sleep.
