mazeways

two fare machines stand inside the open-air gates of the entrance to the train station. there are cameras pointed right at you. you work quickly and avoid looking behind you. you stick the sheet as evenly as you can above one of the screens.

in an instant there are footsteps behind you. in the corner of your eye, you can make out an official uniform. don't be seen.

you take your steps two at a time. his heavy footsteps are right on your heels. don't go too fast, don't go too slow, running looks suspicious. blue salt crystals shatter under your boots as you try to create distance, but he's bearing down on you. he's clearing his throat and his forceful breathing ascends to a quicker tempo. you're always fast down the stairs. he's definitely pushing himself to match your pace.

fuck, move it, Needles. the motorman hangs in the doorway of the first car and a black backpack dangles from his arm. he's speaking to someone and stepping up into the train.

you board the train car and he's still behind you. fuck. you're walking briskly down to the far end and he's still just behind you. you have to get away.

juke him
pray for safe passage

{ quit mazeway }