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900 words from dead!
Planet Black Post 9++
Freecell and Locks stand next to eachother in the center of, this well lighted, place called Yellow Square. There are five different subway trains that stop here at this large dirty over populated station. The big pink trash cans are full, and there is trash all over the floor. There are always about three thousand people inside this large subway station at any given time, coming and going, getting off and on trains all hours of the 95 hour periods they call a day: in this underground reality. There is alot of different kinds trash along the yellow tile floor, with its yellow marble walls. There are two Japanese food places to eat on each end of the station, and there are vending machines along the yellow western wall. Locks stands there eating an oatmeal cookie with white chocolate chips watching as passengers pass her by.
'I need to catch the next train after this, then take that train north, then get off, and switch trains,' Freecell said while looking at Locks as she finished eating the oatmeal cookie.
They stand there until, the train they need pulls up and stops. The train they need is covered in an almost kelly paint (sometimes called, leaf green) with different gang tages spray painted over that green paint in different colors and languages. They quickly run over and step inside the cart with the doors closing behind them. The cart itself had its chairs along its inner walls removed, and there is a silver poll in the center of the kelly green cart that is filled with many passengers, and it is hard to move around freely inside the packed cart. Suddenly there is a bright light at one end of the cart, and the light is almost blinding.
'This is not the train we was on, and this is not the time? I do not understand? Do we not need to get on the train, I was on with Lillis,' Freecell asked loud enough for Locks to hear, over the other passengers, who have started yelling in a panic?
'I can not make it out, whatever it is. I am recording to review later,' Locks said while recording on her new red and white I-NintendoWeb 33, (smart phone) and in a few seconds, she is just able to see other passenger in the cart are taking pictures and recording too.
The yelling quickly becomes loud screaming sounds: Freecell can hear what sounds like fast and quick chopping sound between the different people screaming, and calling out for help. Within a few minutes the sound of screaming becomes less and less high volume screams as the people next to them get tighter and tighter: passengers trying to move as a collective away from the light. Freecell's face turns blue, and her heart races as she becomes filled with fear. Freecell looks at Locks for a second and spots she is shivering with fear while standing next to her. A few seconds later the light goes away, but the people are still in a panic inside the cart. Finaly, Locks can see what is happnening over the shoulders of the people pressed in front of her with her camera feature. There is what looks like a strange mans body, tall and strong looking, wearing a red cotton milk man uniform, with the head of some kindof pig-man, who swings a massive chopping machete. The pig-man and the machete are covered in blood, as it chops and kills everyone next to it.
The pig-man slices the heads of the passengers as it moves along leaving a wake of murder, and death as it moves toward the other end of the now bloody cart. A few seconds later there is what sounds like, three shots, of a Smith & Wesson Classics Model 25 45 (Long) Colt 6.5in Blued Revolver. Three seconds later the pig-man falls over backwards, onto the blood covered floor of the cart, as the train pulls into the next station. As the train comes to a stop: Freecell and Locks are pushed out onto the platform of the next station, as the other passengers still alive, all run out the doorways of the cart. Locks pulls Freecell over to the window as they move outwards, and as she is still filming: records the dead shot up laying on the floor pig-man, and all the headless dead people still bleeding out on the floor of the cart. People do not get on the train but record the inside of the cart from its doors with their cell devices.
'Well, that was new,' Freecell said, with a look of shock, her face still blue looking, as her heart still races, as Locks posts her video to Blackbook. (Blackbook is a video social media service, like Youtube or Tiktok, but only on the Planet Black that has a 20 bucks a month membership)
'We are still no closer to understanding what is happening and why this is happening. THIS IS REALY (content deleted) UP,' Locks said still shivering looking while into Freecell's eyes!
Freecell and Locks stand next to eachother in the center of, this well lighted, place called Yellow Square. There are five different subway trains that stop here at this large dirty over populated station. The big pink trash cans are full, and there is trash all over the floor. There are always about three thousand people inside this large subway station at any given time, coming and going, getting off and on trains all hours of the 95 hour periods they call a day: in this underground reality. There is alot of different kinds trash along the yellow tile floor, with its yellow marble walls. There are two Japanese food places to eat on each end of the station, and there are vending machines along the yellow western wall. Locks stands there eating an oatmeal cookie with white chocolate chips watching as passengers pass her by.
'I need to catch the next train after this, then take that train north, then get off, and switch trains,' Freecell said while looking at Locks as she finished eating the oatmeal cookie.
They stand there until, the train they need pulls up and stops. The train they need is covered in an almost kelly paint (sometimes called, leaf green) with different gang tages spray painted over that green paint in different colors and languages. They quickly run over and step inside the cart with the doors closing behind them. The cart itself had its chairs along its inner walls removed, and there is a silver poll in the center of the kelly green cart that is filled with many passengers, and it is hard to move around freely inside the packed cart. Suddenly there is a bright light at one end of the cart, and the light is almost blinding.
'This is not the train we was on, and this is not the time? I do not understand? Do we not need to get on the train, I was on with Lillis,' Freecell asked loud enough for Locks to hear, over the other passengers, who have started yelling in a panic?
'I can not make it out, whatever it is. I am recording to review later,' Locks said while recording on her new red and white I-NintendoWeb 33, (smart phone) and in a few seconds, she is just able to see other passenger in the cart are taking pictures and recording too.
The yelling quickly becomes loud screaming sounds: Freecell can hear what sounds like fast and quick chopping sound between the different people screaming, and calling out for help. Within a few minutes the sound of screaming becomes less and less high volume screams as the people next to them get tighter and tighter: passengers trying to move as a collective away from the light. Freecell's face turns blue, and her heart races as she becomes filled with fear. Freecell looks at Locks for a second and spots she is shivering with fear while standing next to her. A few seconds later the light goes away, but the people are still in a panic inside the cart. Finaly, Locks can see what is happnening over the shoulders of the people pressed in front of her with her camera feature. There is what looks like a strange mans body, tall and strong looking, wearing a red cotton milk man uniform, with the head of some kindof pig-man, who swings a massive chopping machete. The pig-man and the machete are covered in blood, as it chops and kills everyone next to it.
The pig-man slices the heads of the passengers as it moves along leaving a wake of murder, and death as it moves toward the other end of the now bloody cart. A few seconds later there is what sounds like, three shots, of a Smith & Wesson Classics Model 25 45 (Long) Colt 6.5in Blued Revolver. Three seconds later the pig-man falls over backwards, onto the blood covered floor of the cart, as the train pulls into the next station. As the train comes to a stop: Freecell and Locks are pushed out onto the platform of the next station, as the other passengers still alive, all run out the doorways of the cart. Locks pulls Freecell over to the window as they move outwards, and as she is still filming: records the dead shot up laying on the floor pig-man, and all the headless dead people still bleeding out on the floor of the cart. People do not get on the train but record the inside of the cart from its doors with their cell devices.
'Well, that was new,' Freecell said, with a look of shock, her face still blue looking, as her heart still races, as Locks posts her video to Blackbook. (Blackbook is a video social media service, like Youtube or Tiktok, but only on the Planet Black that has a 20 bucks a month membership)
'We are still no closer to understanding what is happening and why this is happening. THIS IS REALY (content deleted) UP,' Locks said still shivering looking while into Freecell's eyes!
