After the door crashed open, things sort of passed in a blur. We were forced out of the room, down the hall and off the train. John struggled, and they had to use force to get him to cooperate. I remember the blood trickling down his split lip, a splash of colour in the gray of the raid. Craning over my shoulder, I saw it on the carpet. The dark splotches were all I could focus on until they were out of sight.
The dining cart was empty for the first time since I had been there. It passed quickly, hazily, as the stern-faced men marched us through the far door. We were alone on the platform, the last of the other passengers being ushered in through the sliding doors. A few faces turned back to see us, and they were shoved forward with a stern words.
We were led around the side of the building. I cast an urgent glance over the edge of the concrete slab that was the platform, suddenly wishing desperately that I could see the grass. It was lost in the fog, a curtain over the vibrancy of the grass. Then we were next to a steel door, cool grey. It creaked open from the inside, no handle visible without. A flight of stairs. A landing. Another flight of stair--I could only tell our navigation by the steps as the light dimmed, then abruptly disappeared altogether as the door slammed shut. There was a noticeable cool, clinging to my skin and pulling at the hairs of my arms.
We came to a stop. We were stopped for a long time.
We were led inside, the fluorescent light blinding me. I remembered the light, the hallway behind the door. I felt a grim nostalgia set over me, and I felt like I was going to be sick. This hallway was almost identical to the one on the train, behind the doors at the far end of the room of the dining cart. My body stiffened as the memories returned to me. I pulled suddenly from the firm grasp on my right arm, turning to flee. Sarah's eyes met mine as I tried to free myself from the other set of hands on my left bicep.
Then everything went dark.
what the heckkk this just gets wierder and weirder! I thought there would be some answers in this one but this is a whole new twist!
ReplyDeleteAre any of our questions ever going to be answered?
ReplyDeleteBut it's nice that the scenery has changed, noting much was going on in the train... I must say though, I really like how short and succinct the posts are. They always leave us dangling by the edges of our chairs in anticipation.
Hmm, they are off the train now. I wonder if they will be returning in the future. I'm curious to how this will end, -our class is only going to 17 posts I believe, will you be continuing on after that? Or are you planning on stopping after just the 17? Anyway, interested in what will be happening next !
ReplyDeleteEvidently this room is a control tactic, maybe even used to try and extract information. If there are only 5 posts left then it will be interesting to see what you do with them and if you end the story. I feel in some ways the story will almost be restricted by that fact, but this story has been so unpredictable so far that it is hard to tell.
ReplyDeleteSorry guys, I hope you don't hate me yet. Many of your questions will be answered soon, but a bunch of them will be left for you to mull over on your own, too.
ReplyDeleteI plan on going until it's done, so whether that makes it 17 or 25 posts, we'll just have to see. It's up to you guys to stay tuned if you want to--I guess that'll show just how into it I've drawn you!