Derailed Redux - [ACT 1, CH. 1] As Above, So Below

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sit down and continue listening to your sweet jams

Rather than standing up, you decide to sit back down in your chair. It seems strangely comfortable, and you slump down a little bit as something a little more soothing comes on through your earbuds.

The train continues on, and you can barely hear anything over your music as the young woman stands up and the train enters 116th - Columbia University. She smiles at you and waves before leaving. Student? Who knows.

The train doors hiss close and you look around the car to realize you're alone, a slightly unsettling fact considering you're somewhat vulnerable to a mugging if someone else decides to get on at the next stop. You try not to worry about it as the train continues on, leaving the light of the platform behind and trading it for the near darkness of the tunnels.

What now?

[Swat 3]

Plug in your phone in the nearest outlet if you have a charger.

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Plug in your phone in the nearest outlet if you have a charger.

You look around the car for some kind of power outlet, but unfortunately, there doesn't seem to be one in sight. You decide to conserve your battery and pull out your earbuds, stuffing them messily into your pocket before putting your phone on airplane mode.

Your bag is jolted off of the seat next to you as the train slows down suddenly and stops for a few seconds before continuing on again.

Hm. Strange.

110th is a blur as the train passes by it, and you set your bag next to you again. What's next?

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wait why did we pass 110th

Wonder why the train just jolted, switch your paranoia to the top gear

[HellHound]

Look out the window towards the ground.

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Look out the window towards the ground.

You turn around slightly and peer through the scratched and cloudy window. It's nearly pitch black, except for the occasional signal light on the side of the tunnel.

wait why did we pass 110th

Wonder why the train just jolted, switch your paranoia to the top gear

You feel slightly uneasy by the train's sudden stop. Combined with the fact that you're all alone in the car, your anxiety is getting the better of you. You decide to get off at 96th Street, where you can transfer to the 3 and get off at Penn Station - 34th.

You slump back down in your seat and clutch your bag tightly, before standing back up and looking through the window at the end of the car. Nobody's there.

The forget is going on?

You squint and look through the door to car behind you. No one is in there, either. You must be losing it or something. There's no way there can be absolutely nobody on the train during rush hour on a Tuesday.

forget it, I'm getting off at 103rd, you think to yourself.

And that's when the train rocks to the right, then back to the left as a rumble emanates from above. You're definitely freaking the forget out now. The train rocks once more as the walls shake and the ceiling rumbles louder. The squeal of the emergency brakes is deafening, and you're already running to the end of the car toward the red box marked with a faded EMERGENCY sign as the train veers slightly to the right.

Your car slams into the wall, and side of the car rushes to meet you as the tunnel begins to crush the car into itself like a tin can. You barely grab a handrail and grip it tightly, closing your eyes and hoping against all hope that you're just dreaming. Glass showers the inside of the cabin like snow on a cold December day, and you can feel the razor sharp shards rain down on you like knives.

The brakes squeal once more, and everything stops. You open your eyes and watch yourself fly across the cabin and into the wall.

And everything goes black.

[Swat 3]

P----ed Service Interruption

[Gojira]

P----ed Service Interruption

planned service interruption.

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The first few thoughts that come to your mind are that you're still alive, you can't feel your arm, and that you should have just taken the bus. You open your eyes, and immediately shut them tightly as you grimace and a wave of pain courses through your entire body. As the rest of your body wakes up, you can hear the sound of a fire crackling somewhere from within the tunnel.

You open your eyes slowly once more, and you grimace once more as your limbs ache with pain. You must've hit the wall hard. As you attempt to move all your limbs, you realize your arm is quite possibly broken or gone. You wince and hope it's not the latter as you attempt to get on your hands and knees before slumping back down onto the floor, a sharp pain coursing up your broken arm and through your body.

At least it's still there.

You try once more, and get onto your knees before standing up, clutching your bad arm with your good as you evaluate your surroundings. The train's a damn mess; you managed to escape with just your broken arm, but likely would've suffered much worse had you not been propelled toward the front of the train. You make note of the fact the rear of the car has caved in on itself, as has the right side. Looking around the rest of the car, you find your ripped and torn bag hanging from a large piece of metal protruding from the ceiling and its contents strewn across the inside of the car, either broken or unusable.

You look around for an exit and find a broken window, leading out into the tunnel. The glass isn't entirely broken, but it leads directly outside and is easy to access. You also look upward and find an emergency ceiling hatch, which may require a little bit of scrambling to get to.

Which exit?