It was two minutes past midnight when Liam, locked in the safety of the mobile bunker, emerged from the illuminated underground station, disappearing into the darkness, feeling a pleasant warmth in his back. At regular intervals, he passed blue lights on the right side of the tunnel, and the tracks in front of him were barely visible. His seat was soft, with a photograph of Carrie leaning against the console, and the high pitched sound frequencies drowned out any negative thoughts.
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