Shadowlands
You head into the train station. Its a mad house exiting the platform- people are spilling out in droves and sprinting to their cars with scarves and ties covering their mouths and noses. Some are coughing and look terrified.
You run toward the platform and ask the conductor. "What's going on?"
He responds, "I'm not sure. Thinkin' its some kinda virus, like that Ebola stuff on the news. People are dropping like flies. Nobody higher up will tell us working stiffs anything."
"Are there trains running to Manhattan?"
He chuckles and then realizes you're serious.
"You can't be serious," he guffaws. "Get outta here. Go home. Get to your family. Who knows what we're in store for. Once this hits Ronkonkoma I'm clocking out. They can dock my pay."
Hmm. Well if there aren't trains running west to Manhattan, you might as well head home. Or, you think, you could try hitting the store for some supplies.
You run toward the platform and ask the conductor. "What's going on?"
He responds, "I'm not sure. Thinkin' its some kinda virus, like that Ebola stuff on the news. People are dropping like flies. Nobody higher up will tell us working stiffs anything."
"Are there trains running to Manhattan?"
He chuckles and then realizes you're serious.
"You can't be serious," he guffaws. "Get outta here. Go home. Get to your family. Who knows what we're in store for. Once this hits Ronkonkoma I'm clocking out. They can dock my pay."
Hmm. Well if there aren't trains running west to Manhattan, you might as well head home. Or, you think, you could try hitting the store for some supplies.