When the brightness faded, I found myself standing in what appeared to be a ruined pre-Rupture subway station. Water dripped steadily from cracks in the ceiling and created rippling puddles on the cracked tile floor.
The lights flickered erratically while casting dancing shadows across the walls covered in faded advertisements for products that hadn't existed since before the Gates appeared.
The air was thick with the scent of mildew and stagnant water mixed with undertones of rust and decay. A distant hollow moaning echoed through the tunnels, maybe wind or maybe something worse.
It was cold and damp and perfectly atmospheric, like someone had designed it specifically to star in a horror movie.
Of course Carmen would choose this. The woman was a sadist.
