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Day 1,262

You can only see them when the trains are moving. Hundreds of people all huddled together on the tracks, wrapped tightly against the bombs they knew were coming but didn't know when they would strike. Lord knows how many of them died down there waiting for the All Clear that never came.

What the media don't know, what they haven't been allowed to know, is just how many bodies had been found when the old tube station was rediscovered. They hadn't been hit by a bomb, forensics confirmed that much, they all suffocated.

It was a peaceful way to go at least, gently drifting away in your sleep as most of them did. A handful seemed to have woken up gasping for air that simply wasn't there and were found further away from the majority, clawing at the bricked up ends of the tunnel.

It was strange how they'd never been reported as missing, how most of them had a death date several dozen or so years after their deaths in the underground, how some of them seemed to have moved since the last round of forensic photos.

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