The Survivor

The speakers crackle as they come to life, and the conductor announces the next stop. “WTC Cortlandt.” Ben flinches, the sound making the picture of a dead body jump into his head for a fraction of a second, but he shrugs it off. The movement of the train is too quick for him to catch it, but Ben does see that there’s something large on the platform, something that could be a body. He should have done that right at the start of this, at the very first picture of a body. When Ben finally pressed the button to purge the bunker—fought to press it, screaming every inch of the way, just desperate to survive—he thought he killed her.