Head for 13th street.
From Create Your Own Story
"C'mon," you say quietly, heading for the left tunnel. You turn the flashlight down to see just where you're walking, hoping to obscure the light enough not to be spotted from a distance. You follow the tracks into the darkness of the tunnel with Claire just three steps behind. The eerie quiet surrounds you, and being underground you can't even hear the storm above. It's so quiet you can hear your own heartbeat.
"I never took the trains," Claire says quietly, breaking the silence. "Creeped me out being underground with strangers."
"And yet here you are," you say quietly, trying to cut the tension.
"Necessity," she mutters. "Besides, you're not really a stranger. You lived in my building, and you saved my life. I think we can say we're at least acquaintances, right?"
"I guess so," you say, still careful to watch your step. Just as you finish your thought, you glance up at the dim glow of you light reflecting off the back of a single subway car, sitting by itself. You take a step back when you notice bloody hand prints and smears of gore on the insides of the windows. "Shit," you say quietly, backing up a little more, shining your light up just enough to get a look.
"Fuck me," Claire says quietly.
