Tunnels
It’s safe in the tunnels. No one wants to go down here. Just stay out of the way of the trains. And the live rail.
You get used to the noise. You welcome it. It’s the silence you fear. When the air grows stale and chokes.
I wonder what it’s like outside. It can’t be safe. No one comes back. Not sane anyway.
I’ll raise my kids down here. And watch the humans walk. And rot, and decay. Time to grind my teeth a little.