A/N: Greetings!

Guessing this is a goer, then. Cheers for your reviews, even the one I got in Spanish! Gave me an excuse to use my translator app lol

Part two... More has been requested, and so more shall be delivered!

On with it, then...

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(Naomi POV)

An hour later, I'd enlisted Effy's help to take a head count of the number of people who were in the tunnel with us. Cook, the railway man, asked that we all get off the tracks, just on the off chance that the trains started working again, so no one would get run over. He then tended to those who were wounded, and Emily and I gave him a hand as best as we could. After he did that, I took him aside.

"Is there any chance that would happen?" I asked him, quietly. "The trains running, I mean."

"Search me, Naomi. I'm just being cautious. I really don't know what's going on anymore than anyone else does." He replied.

"Fair enough." I said.

Effy came towards us. "There's one hundred and fifty of us here." She said, keeping her voice low. "And... Some of them are really terrified."

"Yeah, well... Seeing the Houses of Parliament glowing like a hot ember wasn't exactly uplifting." I muttered.

"People have seen worse than that, Naomi. See that boy over there?" She asked me, pointing to an African boy sitting on the end of a bench with a few other people standing around him. I nodded. "Go and talk to him. You might want to hear what he has to say."

I looked over at Emily who was standing close to me once more, and she gave me a look of scared concern. I looked back to Cook. "Alright."

"I'm coming too." Emily said, quietly, walking with me as I made my way through the crowd. The boy sat still, his elbows on his knees, though his hands were trembling as he held a bottle of water that he had got from the vending machine that someone had managed to break into.

"Hello?" I said, softly. He looked up at me with eyes that were dark, and looked about as terrified as any of the other pairs of eyes that were down here with us. "I'm Naomi, and this is Emily." I said, motioning to the redhead beside me.

"Thomas." He said, a gentle but scared French accent flavouring his voice. "Usually I say I am so glad to meet you, but under the circumstances..."

I waved him off as I kneeled down. "I understand, Thomas. My friend who did the head count... She says you have something I might want to hear?"

Thomas looked around, noting the number of people that were standing around us. "Oui, but...not here, yes? Somewhere more private, perhaps."

I nodded, standing and picking up the kerosene lamp that I still had with me. "Very well... Follow me." I led the two of them back into the stationmaster's office and closed the door behind us, placing the lamp on the table.

Thomas pulled the chair out from the desk and sat down taking another drink from his water bottle. "I was out with some friends tonight. We were at a nightclub not far from here. The music was loud, so the walls, they were reverberating, you know?"

"Yeah, I was out with a friend, much the same." I said.

"Me too. I was out with my sister." Emily said, her voice still so quiet. Her expression changed to one of pain. Again, it tugged at me, but first I needed to hear what Thomas had to say.

"Go on, Thomas."

"Everything seemed normal, until the lights started to go out. One exploded in a shower of sparks, and people screamed. I've seen it happen in a club before, and they just turn the light off and don't use it. But then... The sound system went out. We heard this horrible banging sound. Like... Explosions. And then... The lights started to come down from the ceiling. One came down about ten feet away from me. Then..." He paused, swallowing. "One of them hit one of my friends, killing him."

Emily gasped. "That's awful. I'm sorry."

Thomas smiled weakly. "Thank you." He said. "Anyway... We all started to move out of the club, some of us more orderly than others. People were pushing, shoving and screaming for help. As I left the club, we all stopped. There was this awful sound around us...like...groaning. Almost a wailing sound. Some people wouldn't have known the difference. Clubbers on drugs, you know?"

"Yeah..." I said quietly.

"Then the buildings around us began to be destroyed. The glass shattered. The walls, they just...crumbled into rubble around us. We started to run, not knowing where we were going, really. I ran across the park up the road from the tube station and stopped, looking behind me for my other friend. That's when I saw the creatures."

"The...creatures?" Emily asked.

"I-I don't know what they are. They don't look like they come from this earth. I've seen some destruction in my time, but... Nothing like this."

"Where are you from, Thomas? Obviously not London." I asked.

"Africa. Congo. My mother sent me to England after rebel fighting got too close to our village. She took the rest of my family to another country...Gabon, Cameroon maybe."

"You don't know?" Emily asked.

"That was six months ago. I've not heard from them since." He said, shrugging his shoulders. "It's not like those places have fantastic phone services."

"I understand."

"All I could do was live my life and pray that they were alright." Thomas continued. "But if what's happened here tonight is happening in other places..."

We all fell silent as Thomas's words hung in the air between us. A silence that was only broken by more dull thudding coming from the surface above our heads.

"Jesus." Emily whispered, in a scared tone.

I looked over at her. "You said you were out with your sister?"

She nodded. "Yeah." She said, sadly. "Thomas, I think you and I were in the same club. When everything started, she screamed at me that we had to get out. I lost track of her after I left the club and the buildings we crumbling. I just turned my back for a second and..." She said, her voice choked up with emotion. "She was gone." She added weakly, wobbling on the last three words. "I don't know if she's alive, and I've got no fucking phone service, and I'm really, really scared, Naomi." Tears began to fall from her eyes, and I stepped closer to her, pulling her into my arms as she burst into tears.

"Shhh..." I said softly, rubbing my hand up and down her back. I looked towards Thomas. "Do you have service on your mobile?"

He shook his head. "No. I have already tried to call my friends. No signal."

I frowned. "Yeah, same."

"What do we do?" Emily sniffled.

"I wish I had an answer, Emily. But I really don't know." I said. She closed her eyes and her brow furrowed. "I don't think it's wise to go above ground right now."

"I agree." Said Thomas.

"Well we have to do something!" Emily said, strain in her voice.

I thought for a moment. Then, the door opened, and Cook came in to the office. "Everything alright?" He asked.

"Cook... This is Thomas."

"Pleased to meet you, mate." Cook said. "What's goin' on?"

"Thomas was telling us about his experience." Emily said.

Cook listened while Thomas related his story. Emily also told Cook about her sister.

"Well, fuck me. Creatures, you say?"

"Yes, sir."

Cook waved him off. "Don't call me sir, I only work the railways, I'm not important." He said. "These creatures...what did they look like?"

"Tall. Sunken eyes. Emaciated, I think. Long limbs... Clumsy, but deadly."

"Deadly?"

Thomas nodded. "They shoot something from their hands."

"What, like fire?" I asked.

"It was not fire that I saw. It was...light? It didn't burn things...it disintegrated them."

I nodded. "I saw something similar at the Palace."

"Buckingham Palace?" Thomas asked.

"No, the Palace of Westminster. Houses of Parliament."

"Oh. Of course. It is a little far from here, no?"

"A little, yeah." Cook said.

"We were wondering...what do we do now?" Emily asked.

Cook shrugged and shook his head. "Search me, love." He said. "I really don't know."

"What's the next station down the line?" I asked.

"This is Waterloo station. Southwark is one way, Westminster the other."

I sighed. "And you've heard nothing over the radio?"

Cook shook his head. "It's been dead since not long after the trains went out."

I checked my phone for the time. "So, we've been under here an hour now... When was the last train through here?"

"Last one was the ten thirty four going towards Westminster."

"And it's now after midnight." Emily said, softly.

I sighed. "I'm guessing there are more in similar strife." I said. "Someone should go towards Southwark...and see."

"Well, I can't go. I should stay behind with everyone here." Cook said.

"Probably the best decision." Emily said.

"I'll go." I said. I looked over at Emily. "Uhm...do you..."

She nodded. "I'll come. I think I'll go crazy wondering, otherwise."

Cook looked at us both with concern. "You'd better take the lamp, then. And, erm..." He looked around the office briefly and opened a cupboard, pulling out a broom. He unscrewed the brush and, taking a pocket knife from his pocket, produced a saw blade and sawed the broom handle in half. "Just in case." He said, handing one half to me and the other to Emily.

"I will come to." Thomas said, standing up.

Cook handed me a short looking metal stub hanging on a chain. "Universal key. If you get there and there's no one around, you'll be able to use that to get into the stationmaster's office there. I'm not sure how long the lamps will hold out, but there should be some emergency ones in the cupboard there."

"Ok."

"If there are trains running, and you see or hear one coming... Get off the tracks immediately... There's alcoves every ten metres or so... Run as fast as you can to the nearest one and wait for the train to pass." He explained. "The station isn't too far, but walking... Well, who knows how long it takes when the train takes less than five minutes."

"Right." I said. "We'll be as quick as we can."

Cook held out his hand. "Good luck, Naomi."

I took his hand and shook it. "Thanks." I replied. "Oh... Do you have a satchel, or something?"

"Erm, should do, yeah..." He said, looking in the cupboard. He pulled out a battered looking medical satchel with a red cross printed on it. "Here." He said, handing it to me. I handed it to Emily and she slung it over her body.

"Thomas, can you go get another couple of bottles of water from where you got that one?"

"Of course. Someone broke into the vending machine on the platform. I will go and see if there are any bottles left." He said, before leaving the office.

Effy poked her head into the office. "Naoms?"

"Eff. Emily, Thomas and I are going to walk down the line to the next station."

"Oh, right." She said, eyeing Emily up and down. "I might stay here and give Cook a hand if he needs it, then."

"That would be much appreciated, love." Cook said.

"There are a few people with some interesting stories out there." Effy said. "Some along the lines of what we saw."

I nodded. "Yeah, Thomas told us one, too. I think it's pretty bad, Eff."

"I agree. I can't get reception on my-"

"None of us can." Emily and I said, in unison. Effy smirked at me.

Cook walked to the phone on the desk and picked up the receiver, holding it to his ear. He frowned and shook his head, replacing the receiver in the cradle. "Nothing."

"Christ." Emily muttered. She closed her eyes briefly and then wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her jacket.

"Hey...are you going to be ok?" I asked, concerned.

Emily gave me a weak smile and nodded. "Yeah. It's better if I come. Otherwise I'll just think the worst."

"The worst?" Effy asked.

"Emily was separated from her sister when they fled a nightclub."

"Oh." Effy replied. "I'm sorry to hear that." Emily nodded, as another sniffle came from her. "Hey...she might be ok... She might have made it to another station. Hell, we can keep an eye out for her...what does she look like?"

Emily looked up at us with big, brown, sad eyes. "Just like me. She's my twin. Her name is Katie. Katie Fitch. She's wearing black jeans and a godawful leopard print jacket. She's dressed a bit like a slag, actually, but..." She said, sadly. She closed her eyes again and exhaled a shaky breath. "Look...can we just...get going? I'll be better once my mind is occupied."

"Good plan." I said. I was trying like hell not to worry about my mum who wasn't even in London. But if this was happening here, what about other places?

Thomas reappeared in the door. "I got us a bottle of water each. And...snacks. Just in case."

Emily took them from him and placed them all into the satchel.

"Right... I guess we will be off, then." I said. "We'll be back as soon as possible."

Effy nodded. "Look after yourself."

"Will do. You too, yeah?" I said, giving my best friend a hug. "Come on, you two..."

I felt Emily's hand grip onto mine tightly as we left the office. I gripped it back, and Cook showed us to a gate that separated the platform from a small area that had steps that led onto the tracks. "Straight down that way. You'll know when you get there. Good luck."

"Cheers. See you later, then." I said, and we set off on our way.

It was eerily quiet in the tunnel, pitch dark, not even the emergency lighting was running. All that we could hear was a faint whistling sound, feeling a cold breeze around us. About ten minutes into our walk, we came upon a train. Its lights were still on, but it was abandoned with not a single soul on it.

"They must have evacuated." I said.

"Where did they go? We didn't see anyone come to Waterloo from this direction..." Emily said.

"They must've gone to Southwark, perhaps?" Thomas added.

"They must have." I said. I started to climb the ladder on the side of the train. "I'm just going to check and see if there's anything in here."

I walked through the train, and it was just as eerily as the tunnel. Not a single person was left on it, just some bits of rubbish, a few discarded newspapers and such. The only item of interest that was left behind was a faux leather purse that had a leopard print pattern on it. It piqued my interest, because Emily had mentioned something about leopard print when Effy asked about her sister. I picked up the purse and opened it, almost dropping it when I saw a driver's license reflected back at me. The girl in the picture looked almost identical to Emily. And the name of Katie Fitch was staring at me, in official print. I did a quick search of the rest of the train and found nothing, walking back to where I had got on and climbing down out of the carriage.

"You found something?" Thomas said, looking at the purse in my hand.

"Uhm...yeah." I said, my eyes drifting to Emily, who was staring at my hands in shock. I held the purse out to her, and gave her my best apologetic look. "This was on the train."

Emily held a trembling hand out to me and gripped the purse in her fingers. She held it in her hands and looked down at it. "It was our birthday a few months ago. We'd both just turned twenty. I gave this to her as a gift."

"How do you-"

"The keyring on it." Emily said, cutting Thomas off. She held it between her fingers. It was a silver K, studded with red gemstones. "K for Katie." She said, carefully opening the purse. She closed her eyes and scrunched up her nose in anguish when her eyes fell on the license. "Oh, no..." She said, a wobble in her tone. I stepped towards her and took her into my arms as she started to sob once more. "Not my sister!" She cried.

"Shhh... Emily..." I said, softly. "Listen to me." I waited for her to calm down a little, again rubbing her back to comfort her. "We don't know, yeah? For all we know, she made it to the station and she's safe, ok? You have to try and think positive."

"How do you know? Do you have any brothers or sisters?" Emily sobbed, her voice sounding more distraught.

I shook my head. "No. But I have a mother who lives in Bristol. I don't know if she's alive or dead, and can't even call to check on her. But I'm hoping she's alright, because other than my best friend, she's really all I have." I explained. "One thing at a time, yeah? Let's just get to the station, and then we figure out what comes next, ok?"

Emily swallowed another sob and sniffled once more. "O-ok."

We continued on, through the dark tunnel. Soon enough, we saw light up ahead, and reached Southwark station. It was still properly lit, but it was deserted. There was an awful smell, though. Burning. Something burnt. I looked to my left and saw a burning pile of something that almost made me sick to my stomach.

Corpses.

I turned to Emily and stood between her and the sight I had just seen. "Don't look. Trust me... You don't want to look."

Emily eyed me nervously. "What is it?"

"Merde, alors!" Thomas said.

Before I could stop her, Emily got around me, and her eyes widened in horror.

"Oh, my... Oh, Christ!" She sobbed, as she nestled into my chest. I held her close to me and let her cry a little, before I wondered if anyone else was here, or whether we were the only people alive here.

I looked around. "HELLO?! IS THERE ANYONE HERE?" I shouted, my voice echoing around the empty station. For a moment there was silence, until the stationmaster's office door opened.

"Who's there?" A male voice asked.

"We've come from Waterloo station!" I said, climbing the steps onto the platform. "My name is Naomi. The other two people are Thomas, and Emily. We don't mean you any harm, we are just trying to make sense of this."

A tall, lanky young man with floppy hair popped his head out of the doorway. "Good luck with that." He said. "Uhm... I'm Freddie." He said, giving us a small nervous wave. He turned back to the office. "It's ok... I don't think they mean us any harm."

"No, we don't." Thomas said.

A short woman stepped out of the office, talking in a gravelly sounding lisp. "Well, thank fuck for that, yeah? I've had about enough of bad surprises for one fucking night..."

Emily lifted her head off my chest and turned around. "Katie!" She exclaimed, bolting out of my arms and running towards the woman. I recognised her from Emily's description now that I had time to look. She was right she was dressed sort of slutty, but I suppose when some girls go on a night out, they don't expect to have to run for their lives.

"EMILY! Oh my fucking god, there you are!" Katie replied, as the two sisters hugged for dear life. "Where did you go, you dozy cow, I told you to stay with me!"

"I turned around and you were gone! Oh, Katie, I thought I'd lost you!"

"Well, I lost my fucking purse, I think I left it on the bloody train."

Emily shook her head. "It was on the train, Naomi found it." She laughed, nervously.

"Naomi? Who's Naomi?"

"That would be me." I said, waving.

"Oh." Katie said, her voice showing a bit of disdain as she looked me up and down. "Christ, Ems, she dresses like a lesbian."

"OI!" I said.

"Katie, stop it. Now isn't the time." Emily said.

"Whatever. I tried to call you but I've got no phone service."

"No one has. Whatever has happened must have knocked out some mobile towers." I said. "Freddie... What happened with the..." I said, looking towards the corpses.

Freddie looked to the ground. "Erm... Not sure. They were here when we got here. Everyone else from the train kept walking up the line, but..."

"I wasn't walking anywhere else in these heels. Three hundred quid they cost me, and I don't want them all shredded." Katie explained, matter-of-factly.

I rolled my eyes. "Right. Where's the stationmaster?" I asked. Freddie looked to the pile of corpses. "...Oh."

"The door was already open, so Katie and I just holed up in here." He shrugged, and exchanged a glance with the leopard printed twin. Katie had a slight look of guilt across her features.

Emily looked at her sister and shook her head. "Really, Katie?"

Katie blushed. "What?! Oh, don't tell me you wouldn't have done the same if you thought the world was ending?"

"Alright... This is rather irrelevant." I said calling the conversation to order. "We need to check the office for supplies. There are one hundred and fifty people at Waterloo who are going to need them." I explained. Freddie, see if you can get into those vending machines and get whatever you can carry out of it. Katie, go and help him."

"And who the fuck are you to be giving orders?" Katie asked, again looking me up and down.

"She's the one who has kept me together for the past two hours, so shut your trampy mouth and just fucking do it, Katie!" Emily said, angrily.

Katie glared at her twin, and then reluctantly followed Freddie to the vending machines.

I turned my attention to Thomas and Emily. "Right, we need to see what we can scrounge out of the office, and then make our way back to Waterloo." They both nodded, and as we filed into the office, we heard a loud, otherworldly groaning coming from overhead. I swallowed. "I think we'd best hurry up about it, too."

A/N#2: I actually spent an hour trying to figure out how long it would take to walk from Waterloo or Southwark station via the tube line and came up empty, so I just guessed. Never let it be said that Nomesy is a slacker for details lol!

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