The subway station was more crowded than usual - several lines had been closed and nobody had any answers, none that they wanted to share at least. There were no smiling faces in sight as several hundred people tried to cram themselves into a space that was barely designed for a couple of hundred at most.
Not one of them thought to look up.
Out on the tracks the police finally arrived on scene to find the crew hiding in the shipping contained that functioned as their office. They refused to open the door, refused to speak and eventually barricaded the windows to block the sight and sound of the officers. They were drawing unnecessary attention.
Overhead the lines crackled and they looked up and then looked no more.
The crowds in the station were getting worse as more and more lines were closing. A few people noticed the pattern - a band sweeping left to right and they would soon be next. They made the right choice, the safe choice, and took to overground transport. Buses were unreliable but none of their stops had been affected by whatever was getting to the trains.
By the time they were far enough up the stairs to notice the gates shutting, they were too late.
The lines were slick with blood and saliva - a feast was underway and all were welcome. A flurry of leathery skin and brittle spines scurried along the cables, dropping to the fleeing workers on the ground with a sickening crunch and a cut-off shriek as they caught their prey.
The greatest feast was before them... always before them.
Not one of them thought to look up.
Out on the tracks the police finally arrived on scene to find the crew hiding in the shipping contained that functioned as their office. They refused to open the door, refused to speak and eventually barricaded the windows to block the sight and sound of the officers. They were drawing unnecessary attention.
Overhead the lines crackled and they looked up and then looked no more.
The crowds in the station were getting worse as more and more lines were closing. A few people noticed the pattern - a band sweeping left to right and they would soon be next. They made the right choice, the safe choice, and took to overground transport. Buses were unreliable but none of their stops had been affected by whatever was getting to the trains.
By the time they were far enough up the stairs to notice the gates shutting, they were too late.
The lines were slick with blood and saliva - a feast was underway and all were welcome. A flurry of leathery skin and brittle spines scurried along the cables, dropping to the fleeing workers on the ground with a sickening crunch and a cut-off shriek as they caught their prey.
The greatest feast was before them... always before them.
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