Down in the subway, is where he lurks.
Sometimes, when it is dark and cold he comes up nearer the surface. But this has become rare. It is not so dark and cold these days. The light hurts his eyes, and the noise up above is different and it makes his brain swivel. He hates it when his brain swivels. He feels dizzy and dark thoughts come to him.
Down in the subway, deep down, past the abandoned stations, and the areas that the worker store their machinery, he feels safe.
He had company, of course. Aside from the rats and the slugs and the other creatures you'd expect, there are other things. He even has met some other things that, like him, used to be human.
He doesn't like meeting them.
It is like looking in a mirror. He avoids mirrors. The others, like him look like tattered wretches. The first time he met one he ran away. The other shouted at him and through rocks.
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