text: James sat reading an old paperback on the train. The train was near full as it was almost Christmas. Kids shouting, people looking for seats and the noise of people’s shopping bags hitting off railings, seats and other people’s bags. At every stop more and more people got off until it was only James and a group of teenagers left in the train. James woke up with a jump, dropping the paperback on the ground. The ground was all crumbly and rusted. James looked all around him and saw everything, outside and inside the train, was decaying and rusted. Rubbish and graffiti invaded the train and outside debris covered the ground. James got up and looked around some more startled by the change in scenery. Multiple distant foghorns could be heard from somewhere. James got out of the train and walked gingerly about the station. Nothing but decay,moss, what looked like piss, broken glass, debris and dust populated the station. The foghorns continued in the distance. James found an office chair, which was really clean, and stuck in one of the wheels of the chair was earphones. He pried and pulled them out of the chairs wheel and went rummaging through his bag for his phone. When he put his bag back on his shoulders and looked back at the chair. It was slowly being invaded by rust. The rust crept up the legs of the chair before completely consuming the chair. He plugged the earphones into his phone and a loud static noise played. “Abandon....other....horn..siren....st (inaudible)... tingling....(static)....(inaudible).....numb.” The panicked mans voice struggled to speak through the static and connection. James, sweating and panicking, ran through the hallways. Left right left right left right, sometimes right right or left left, left right left right. Stopped. He was panting for air. Loud screeching noises filled the halls (a noise so deafening one could not wholly imagine or describe) then the foghorns came back. James walked and walked. But then doors were in sight. As James ran for the doors his full body was tingling and shaking violently. He collapsed and vomited. His full body went limp. The doors withered away to rust. And in place of the doors was a decaying tiled wall. The foghorns stopped and James sat in complete silence. The loud screeching noises came in three bursts at a time and terror filled James. He looked behind him and saw a hunchback, mole rat looking creature walking so slow towards him. It’s droopy eyes fixed on his. It’s skin was yellow and mossy and was drooped one side. James could not do anything, he sat their paralysed by the thing. It got so close it’s breath could be smelled and was not of a smell of any human or animal. It reached out and touched him. He looked up at it and it looked at him and screamed and laughed before a burning feeling spread over his body, he looked down and saw rust covering him-slowly crawling up him like the chair. He awoke to nothing but he knew he was alive but saw nothing not even darkness. He let out a scream but no noise was heard by his own ears. He put a finger in his ear and bits of rust came out. He then felt the rust spread through him and consume him. All he could do was listen to the distant foghorns. Feedback/crit is welcome thanks.