Jack Francis

Forgotten World

Jacob cautiously examines his surroundings as the two slowly descend the stationary, ice covered escalator. Slowly they walk, tightly grasping the railing with each step they took. The floor below was flooded. The morning breeze brought in by the shattered ceiling above, leaving specks of snow melting on the surface of the murky, viridescent water. It was cold. Cold as any winter day. Even under his worn duffel coat he could still feel it. Every breath gushed from his mouth like steam from a train engine.