Christopher S.

Runaway Metro Train

William woke up groggy like he had been put under by anesthesia. There was a taste of cotton and vanilla in his mouth. This was strange he thought. he did not remember anything from the night before. Maybe at some point he would remember he thought. He checked himself, an empty wallet, cell phone that was dead. Broke and no way to call anyone. It seemed at the very least that when he was put under, it was done by some other intelligence other than his own. It was not a dangerous pill that he took. He was put under methodically. He didn’t remember anything; however, his faculties currently remained intact it seemed. Whatever was done… it must not have been malicious.