Chapter 2: Recollection
George ran a bit faster down the stairs-he was late! the subway doors were gonna close! "Damn it!" he cursed seeing the doors slideclose-then re-open to his suprise as he blinked seeing a thin black man standing there opening the door in his subway uniform "Hurry in sir!" the black man told him as George nodded hurrying in the doors closing as the train began to go he looked at the black mans name tag smiling at him "Uh Thank you very much um...Jim" the black man waved at him explaining it was his job as George nodded sitting down seeing Jim walk off he looked around sighing a bit raising a brow at the girl next to him-she wore a tight blue halter top and a short black skirt with a sweater tied around her slender waist...very appealing he though about "getting back into the dating game" but decided against it-the girl seemed a bit distracted...
About halfway through the trip to the other side of the city...eerie noises were heard as many passangers looked around worriedly-George remembered the stories he'd read in the paper about groans from underground and the dissapearances-he thought they were mostly Yellow Journalism from the 1800's-The stuff that caused the Spanish-American war.but now his anxiety was getting the better of him as the soft "thud thud thud thud thud" of distant rapid fire shots were heard-then glad they were at the stop as he exited walking up the stairs at faster than normal pace glad to be ABOVE ground..as he began his walk he noticed a sign "J's Bar..." George pondered a minute before sighing "I could use a drink..." he stated as he walked forward
George pushed the door of the bar open looking around the reletivly empty bar-this was suppose to be a hot spot for everyone but apparently not tonight as a blonde waitress passed him with a tray of drinks he walked forward looking around-seeing only a well built bald black man with "security" written across his jacket and an older white man by him and a stern looking man in his 30's dressed in a mechanic or a plumbers outfit he couldn't really tell as he sat down facing Will the bar tender "scotch on the rocks please..."
George had been in the bar a bit longer than he'd expected, everyone in the bar generally keeping to themselves the bar quiet aside from the music and TV in the back ground. "There was a distruption earlier today at todays football match between the Racoon sharks and the old port tigers-apparently the trouble began when an unruly fan got out of control and sparked a riot-the number of injured is not yet known." The thoughs came back to him about the suffering patients at the hospital injured from that riot and that strange disease causing emmense sweating and itchiness all over...he wondered what it was as he thought about the little boy...his dead lifeless eyes...as he raised his hand to his head looking down a bit thinking...there was more he could have done as he whispered a few words drowned out by the music "Damn it..."