24 Hours

Chapter 1.

Atticus who is out of breath stumbles upon another body and falls to the ground. Atticus swallows down a gulp of hot sick back down his throat. A deathly rattle emanates from within touching distance as Atticus quickly finds his feet, He's trapped! Out of breath but with urgency Atticus enquires "It looks like you're in trouble there! "

The man splutters, "No...please leave me!"

Atticus with urgency shouts "You'll die, the roof is going to cave in any moment!

"Please you will never move this wall in enough time, please save yourself" and takes a gulp of air holding back from screaming at the intense pain in his legs. A rumbling sound like the start of a thunderstorm bellows from the blackness behind Atticus and rubble dust lands on his shoulder. Atticus quickly scours around the blackness with his torchlight from his phone and finds a long metal pole in the debris of the nearby overturned train cart. Atticus jams the pole under the wall and begins to lift the tunnel wall of his legs, the trapped man screams a blood-curdling sound that brought the hairs on Atticus' arms up and swiftly stops.

Selina turned around and stared into the blackness behind her as the scream pierced her ears; another survivor? " I can't go back" she whispered to herself trying to convince herself there isn't anything she could do anyway. Another doorway approached on the left of the train track, just as the light began to fade in her torch, she hoped this door would be unlocked, unlike the others. Selina tried the handle; it was unlocked to her astonishment. She slowly opened the grey steel door and preyed she would feel the rush of cold air hit her face; unfortunately, it wasn't to be, there was only pitch black ahead and humid back drafted air to hit her face. "Only one way to go," Selina thought as her torchlight flickered off. Selina took a deep breath and stepped forward tentatively, hands out in front of her just in case she was again faced with a wall of rubble from the above ceiling. A low groan, accompanied by a deep sniffing sound graced her ears, her hand rapidly raced to her baton.

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