The bustling of the train station fills my ears, but it isn't loud enough to wake me up fully. My body drags a little as I follow a seemingly endless line of people into my subway train. I can't help, but let out a small sigh as I find my seat, noting that it was always far more comfortable when I was tired. The same sleepiness tugs at my eyelids, but before I can give into it, I am distracted by the chattering conversation behind me. Moving towards the voices, I see two, young students. They look like they were only beginning their teenage years. I smile as I notice their crisp, formal uniforms, reminding me of my own school years. It seems so long ago since I put on a school uniform...

The couple a few seats down, however, don't seem to want to share in the light-hearted atmosphere. A solemn, grieving aura hangs over them and their dark, fancy clothing suggests that their next stop is a funeral. The woman's gaze meets mine and I quickly look somewhere else. The place where my eyes land is on the calm face of a man. He rests his head on the window, music softly playing from the headphones hanging from his ears. The sight of his closed eyes reminds me of my own of sleepiness. So I settle back into my seat and let darkness consume my vision.

Sleep never reaches me. I am jerked back into reality by sudden vibrations. Aggressive heat that burns the back of my head follows it. A woman runs past me, screaming the words no one wants to hear: "Run! There's a bomb!" In a single moment, any sort of peace is gone. The talkative, young student is on floor, having tripped and being crushed by an older man. He yells for air, for help, but his friend has already left him behind. The woman who screamed first joins him on the ground, pushed like she was less than human. The man with the headphones shares everyone's panic, any traces of his calm expression wiped clean. They all run towards the door, but my feet stay planted. There isn't a reason to move. The wall of fire that spreads hungrily towards us blocks one way. The yelling, pushing mob of people clawing at the door blocks the other way. There is no way out.