I remember

Sometime in February I was leaving training. The bus had passed me by as I exited the building.
“Bollocks.”
This was going to be a hassle getting home.
I decided to walk, at which point, darkness descended. I couldn’t see more than 30 feet in front of myself (the street lights have to be one of the worst in the country) and it caused me to lose my sense of direction.
I walked past the sports centre and felt sure I was on the right track.
“Ah yea, that’s it.”
I saw the subway in the distance. As I approached, its vast and hollow existence invited me in for a walk.
I felt uneasy going into the subway at night. I don’t normally but this was an exceptionally large subway, the type where you cannot see around the corners and the lights are dimming.
I proceeded to enter the subway and the predictable symptoms of a subway were all present. An excess of litter, graffiti…and of course, a urine smell.
I walked down the first corridor and heard bike wheels reverberate around the top.
“It has begun.”
I could hear voices, they weren’t old but they sounded rough. I thought I better speed up, but as I sped up, the bike wheels sounded louder and more menacing. The voices too, whoever these people were, they had now entered the subway.
I got round one corner and thought I could jog to the open space area in the middle, afterall, since I was around the corner they wouldn’t be able to see me jog, so I would be OK and wouldn’t look like a prat.
So I jogged.
Well, it was more of a run actually. I finally got to the open area but a terrible realisation struck me.
“Where the hell do I go?”
I couldn’t see anything which would indicate the correct direction to go. No signs, nothing. I could only stand there and look up to see if I might be able to catch a glimpse of a street sign. By this time the bikers had arrived in the area aswell. 3 of them. They looked about 15.
They were screeching like wild animals who had just caught their next victim. They circled me with their bikes. One of them shouted obscenities at me.
But they were only 15...so they could go fuck themselves as far as I was concerned. I just grinned and decided to walk past them. I had made my decision as to which exit I was going to choose. I saw the north star and decided to go through the exit pointing in that direction.. I was sure my house was north of this location.
“In here, now, he’s here.”
One of the boys shouted this out. Big deal.
I grinned to myself again.
“How lame are 15 years olds?”
I marched forth towards the exit when all of a sudden a gang of 5, pierced through the darkness and presented themselves.
“Holy shit.”
They must have all been well over 6 feet tall. Their eyes were lifeless. They were ready.
I quickly made a dash to a different exit but one of the kids on bikes ran across me and we both clattered to the ground. The gang then formed a circle around me.
“Fucking have him.”
Said one of the kids.
Anyways, the rest of that story was posted back in this blog somewhere. I can’t be bothered writing out the rest of it. Far too tired!
This week saw the return of Yvonne, she was lost but has now returned….thank God!