The Abnormals

Trouble on the Train : P2

The next morning Parker sprung out of bed and was more than ready to leave this place a goodbye. For the first time: she got the chance to pick any outfit she wanted to wear instead of a boring old, white uniform. All the children ever knew were white uniforms; individual clothing was only seen in magazines and the old picture books that were occasionally brought in. Dr.Prive often brought Parker vintage fashion magazines that were ancient, before the outbreak. She longed for the day when she could wear something like that but the wardrobe in the Labs were very limited. Trying to remember the photo of the woman in the magazine last night Parker based her outfit on, she chose a red long sleeved jumper, that may have been a tad too big. On her legs she wore ripped black jeans with boots, all of the clothes looked handed down but in scarce situations in society, they were grateful to even be given clothing. Lastly, she slipped on her unique 'gloves' which were made of a thin, jet black material that had a resemblance of wool, spread across her palm and fingers with a gold flashy strap around her wrist.
Once she had finally finished getting ready, it was now time to go. She grabbed her bag and followed Dr.Price down the halls she hadn't been in for years. Passing by all the younger powerless children that stared at her in awe and some even waved goodbye.
Slowing down the pace as they neared the end of what felt like a never ending hallway to Parker, they met a metal door. But not an ordinary metal Lab door, this one was as wide as a small car with engraved markings top to bottom of an ancient language Parker recognised from a book. Dr.Price swiftly disappeared to one side as the door suddenly flashed a blue light on Parker like a camera had been pointed and taken a photo. Rubbing her eyes sore, trying to recover her vision as quickly as possible before they moved on she winced and sloppily followed on. Price not once looked at Parker; the girl he looked after for the majority of his life, instead he kept his head forward and rigid. Opening the door with caution Price revealed a sort of human sized tube. Dr.Price strided off again down the tunnel with Parker almost breaking into an awkward jog to keep up. Down the tube was different, Parkers arms brushed the tubes metallic walls not able to swing them as she walked. The walls hugged her tighter the further they walked; as if they were trying to keep her from heading forwards. Turning her head down to avoid bashing it against the lowered ceiling Parker noticed the floor; bland gainsboro stone, it's a floor although not a single speck of dirt dared to discolour it. Dr. Price: now crouching down in front, kept up a constant pace as the tube began tilting down and got progressively steeper as they went along. Were they going underground? Parker could tell they were getting close to the exit now; she felt every individual hair on her arms and neck stand up and as soon as she knew it, a gash of ice cold air petrified her making her spine shiver. The wind also was accompanied with a bright light, leading to what looked like a glimpse of the entrance to hell. Stumbling forward, Parker composed herself; opening up her chest; closing her eyes and slowly embracing each breath of fresh air. Hesitant to open her eyes she was quite relieved to see she hadn't entered hell but instead a train station, packed with other abnormal children.