The mutters in the train car get louder and louder. The darkness is almost overwhelming, considering how long it has persisted.

Someone shouts, “Has anyone checked on the front car or the conductor?”

A second person jiggles the handle on the front door. “Locked!”

The murmuring transitions into full blown panic as people start yelling at each other and pushing to find a way out.

Despite the chaos, I keep myself glued to the seat. My fingers are digging into my palms hard enough to draw blood. I always knew they would come for me, but I never suspected them to go this far.