They were first spotted when a subway train slowed down as it passed a disused station. They were in shambles at first but began to line up as more carriages passed by until they were in perfect rows, they'd look almost militant were it not for their ragged clothing and rotting skin.
More and more reports came in every day and each time the train seemed to slow a little more, linger a little longer to the point where one of the crowd pressed what little remained of their hand to the grimy window. Their expression might have been taken for sadness or longing if they still had eyes.
As it stood, the crowd somehow managed to resemble undead abominations, an army of the deceased and exhausted commuters all at once. The public scarcely knew what to make of them but they all feared that sooner or later the train would come to a complete stop and the doors would open.
More and more reports came in every day and each time the train seemed to slow a little more, linger a little longer to the point where one of the crowd pressed what little remained of their hand to the grimy window. Their expression might have been taken for sadness or longing if they still had eyes.
As it stood, the crowd somehow managed to resemble undead abominations, an army of the deceased and exhausted commuters all at once. The public scarcely knew what to make of them but they all feared that sooner or later the train would come to a complete stop and the doors would open.
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