"Please don't argue. You have to leave right now, you aren't safe here." The words hit Christina like a brick wall, she had known Max almost all of her life but in all that time she had never heard him say something with such urgency. The atmosphere of the underground subway began to overwhelm her, she stood there speechless, puzzled. Impatiently, Max grabbed her wrist and pulled her alongside him, gesturing to follow him. "Where are we going?", Christina asked with worry in her voice, "What's going on? Our train is arriving in five minutes we can't just leave!" Max just kept walking swiftly, faster and faster eventually going into a jog, sweat dripping from his face, not speaking a single word. Christina halted, "I demand answers! Now! Otherwise, I'm not going anywhere!" Max stopped abrubtly, and turned to her. "Well?", she exclaimed.

 "Things are about to get very, very bad?"

 "What do you mean? What's going to happen? 

 In answer, several screams came from the other end of the subway. Blood curdling screams. All of a sudden, their train arrived - early. The cars of the train where burning spreading smoke all over the terminal. Flames could be seen throughout the entire inside, with blood splattered all over the windows. Christina drew close to Max, as she heard a scream coming from the front of the train. A man began to wail, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Help, stop the train, open the doors, someone." No one could help him, the train kept moving at a constant speed. The plea for help ended abruptly with a rip, but even though the man slumped to the floor suddenly, there was still something moving in the train. 

 Max picked up speed again, running now. "We have to go, now!", he said as serious as he possibly could. Christina ran this time with him, as the burning train continued to pick up speed. It was then when she realized the train would derail. The emergency breaks set off, however, this only drove the train into a frenzy, derailing and splattering into bystanders. Christina held back tears and ran with him. The train soon was slowed by the concrete walls and pillars supporting the underground subway coming to a halt. Those who had survived the derailment began to cluster around the remnants of it, Christina felt an obligation to do the same but Max motioned to keep going. She wanted to ask "Why? , but an answer came before the word could leave her mouth. The same scream from before had begun again, as if it was an infectious disease spreading to those gathered around the train. 

 Christina turned around for a breif moment trying to grasp a glimpse of the situation unraveling behind her. Christina saw large black figures about ten feet tall, emerging from the the scattered ruins of the train. Immediately, the creatures began to grasp the limbs of the bystanders and pulling them towards the dark depths of the underground tunnels. Christina and Max had to ignore the numerous pleas echoing throughout the tunnel for help, for their families, for their lives. 

 When the sounds behind them became distant. muffled, and eventually silent. Max motioned towards a maintance room, gasping for breath, and they both entered putting their backs against the door. Christina looked up, and slapped Max across the face, "What in the heck is going on? How did you know about this? What were those things? Explain yourself!" 

 "When...When we were waiting I saw something across the terminal... Something huge and...and inhuman. I remembered reports this morning, of these...these things. People going missing...more and more showing up. Incidents have just started like this, I paid no attention to it thinking it was some sort of publicity stunt. Looks like I was wrong. You still got your phone?"

 "Yeah, but what do we do now wait here? Dozens of people were just dragged off to who knows where. We have to something!" Christina almost yelled.

"Keep your voice down Chris, we have to remain quiet, we can't let those things know we're here. We have to remain silent and to -" Max's voice was cut off by a series of booms and pops coming from overhead. "Oh god, I think we just declared Marshall Law, that's the military! We can get help, let me check your phone see if we can get to anything from down here."

"So I guess we should wait here then...?" Christina exclaimed with a hint of sorrow.

"Yeah, it seems your phone isn't getting anything, we're under solid concrete right now, your phone can't get a single bar. So then-" The same sounds were heard again, except this time is was associating with the shouts and orders of men echoing throughout the tunnels.

They remained silent for a few moments, until Max broke the silence again.

"Look, Christina, I'm sorry for this, that we're stuck here I mean."

"Well its not all bad, at least we aren't being dragged away from each other being ripped limb from limb..."

"Well that made things worse."

"Don't be a goofball Max at least I'm here with somebody I can trust, somebody that I know, somebody that I kind of like."

"Well, me too, I'm glad I'm at least here with you."

They hugged, trying to forget the horrors outside, eventually letting sleep come. 

Christina found herself thinking, maybe she'd wake up soon, her novelty dream catcher will take her away from this. So she began to whispher to herself three simple words lulling herself to sleep. 

"...just a dream...just a dream....just...a.....dream....."

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