Uploaded by “Economic Meltdown“
I am on a C train traveling the NYC subway system. Most likely heading downtown to run some errand. The train is not crowded, so naturally I would become bothered when these two teenage boys come over and sit to my left. One of them began to squirm in his seat. He then laid across the seat and his sneakers touched my thigh.
I end up grabbing this teen by his throat and plunge a knife into his chest. I couldn’t believe that I had done that. My mind was split. The other side of me was completely ok with this homicide. I even sat back down. But it didn’t stop there. Some of his friends were trying to harm me, so I ended up stabbing another boy.
On another note, no one on the train reacted to the crime. Were they oblivious? What becomes more disturbing, the two murders, or the lack of emotion and response from those around?
There was a black and white video being projected on a monitor. It looked like surveillance footage. I saw a man sitting at a desk looking at another monitor which was displaying an all out war. I got the impression that this battle was taking place on some other planet.
We got our hands on some weapons that were stashed away in a nearby room. I had a sniper rifle and various handguns. My comrade had a rocket launcher and shotgun.
“They are trying to breach our defenses!” The man said as he quickly readied himself by the door.
I positioned myself at the window and began to pick off the invaders one by one. The enemy definitely was not human. They had long range weapons as well. A laser beam hit the wall to my left. I felt debris hit me on my back.
“Come to the window and use that rocket launcher man!” I ordered.
My comrade positioned himself at the window next to me. He took aim and fired. I saw several invaders get reduced to ash.
“I think we got this.” He told me with a smile on his face.
A laser hit him right in the head taking him out instantly. I ducked down and grabbed his weapons.
How am I going to get through this? I thought.
I soon spotted the enemy sniper positioned on a hill. I took him out with my sniper rifle immediately.
“It’s those goddamn Hybrids again!”
I did not know how much longer I could keep this attack up. Then I heard a noise coming from just outside the door. With shotgun in hand I turned to face my adversary.
My baby was born on January 6th 2012.
I was weak and everyone thought I was going to die. I was excited about giving birth but also concerned. I did not want my child to have the virus. I had expressed this to my brother.
“I have a son.” I told him.
“He’s tiny. No bigger than my finger.” He responded.
They(?) showed me how my baby would look as an adult. He had blonde hair and a mustache. He did not resemble me at all.
This facility was strange. Bustling with people and activity. Vincent, Jimmy, a woman and I entered an elevator.
“The cables got caught onto something.” Vincent pointed out.
We were all wondering what he meant. Then the elevator went into free fall. A collective scream was let out as we all held on to something or someone. This literally felt like the end of my life. At this moment I couldn’t help but remember a dream I had twenty years prior. Being in an elevator that was in free fall. Only I was alone…
We survived the fall. The doors opened normally and we all exited in a casual manner. The woman quickly walked off. Vincent, Jimmy and I entered what looked like a cafeteria. I reported the elevator incident to a well dressed bald man.
I found myself outside with baby in arm. He was older by at least several months. He smiled and laughed, generally in good spirits. I of course, was nervous that he would get sick being amongst all the pollution and the population. I was questioned about this by the staff.
There was a graffiti laced movie theater within the facility. Most of what was on display was profanity. We actually sat in the theater and watched a movie. Something about hoes and thugs. Possibly a love story.
“I had a bag with equipment. Video stuff.” I tell my companions as I quickly exit. They looked at me confused.
Much to my surprise and pleasure, I locate the bag in a bathroom. I knelt down to grab the bag and could overhear someone in a nearby stall talking about prostitution. I was ready to exit when this person appeared from the stall and confronted me. It was a woman who I believe was an old friend from childhood. She got upset with me. I couldn’t hear a word or a sound. I felt like I was under water. A camera crew of three entered the bathroom.
What the fuck is going on? I thought.
And trust me. I already had several thoughts running through my head by this point.