Chapter 4 Chapter 3

There was a dead silence. There should be screams, cries, there must be some movement.Dylan thought. But there was only dead silence around. It was pitch black, and the darkness enveloped her like a thick blanket. For a moment of terror, she thought she was blind.She waved her hand frantically in front of her face, seeing nothing, and managed to poke her eye with her hand, and the shock of the sting made her think for a moment.They were still in the tunnel, which was why it was so dark. Her eyes could not see even the slightest glimmer of light.She was thrown to the seat next to her just now, and now she tried her best to stand up, but she was caught by something.Twisting to the right, she managed to land on the floor between the two seats.When her left hand fell, she touched something warm and sticky. She quickly pulled her hand away and rubbed it on her jeans, trying not to think about what that sticky thing might be.Her right hand fumbled around a small object—her cell phone, which had been in her hand when the world was turned upside down.A sense of relief welled up in her, but it was soon disappointed.The screen was blank, and her fingers tapped the touchscreen, hope quickly dashed.The phone is dead.

Dylan crawled out onto the aisle, managed to get to his feet, and bumped his head against something again. "Damn, oh!" Dylan yelled.She quickly lowered her head. He touched his temple which was throbbing wildly.It didn't seem to be bleeding, but it hurt like hell.This time she raised her head cautiously, clearing the way for her head with her hands.It was so dark that she couldn't even see what she just bumped into. "Is anyone there?" she called timidly.There was no answer, not even the rustling of other passengers' footsteps.The car was full of people just now, where have all the people gone now?She tried not to think about the big puddle of liquid on the floor by the seat just now, flashing through her mind.

"Is anyone there?" She raised her voice this time. "Is anyone hearing me? Is anyone there?" By the end of the shout, her voice was a little hoarse, and panic began to rise again.Her breathing became more and more rapid, and she tried hard to think clearly and understand the boundless fear in her heart.The darkness in front of her made her feel claustrophobic, and she clutched her throat as if something was strangling her.She was alone now, surrounded by... yes... She didn't dare to think about it anymore.All she knew was that she couldn't bear to stay in the carriage for another second.

Without thinking about it, she rushed forward desperately, stumbling all the way, struggling to cross obstacles.Her foot landed on something soft and smooth, and the sneakers stepped on it without any hindrance, and she almost slipped.Terrified, she ran, trying to get away from the spongy mass, but the other shoe couldn't find a safe, flat place to set it down.So like a slow motion movie, she involuntarily fell towards the ground and the pile of creepy things.No!Panting heavily, she reached out to protect herself as she fell.The waving arm just touched a metal railing, and her fingers gripped the pole tightly, so the downward movement of her body stopped abruptly, and all the pressure was shifted to the shoulder muscles.She leaned forward, and her neck hit the cold metal with a sharp pain.

Dylan, ignoring the throbbing pain in his neck, gripped the railing tightly with both hands, as if he were grasping reality.She thought to herself, this railing is next to the car door, and now she must be at the car door, so her whole body relaxed, and her thinking became clearer than before.That was the reason she was alone now, the other passengers must have fled through the door.They didn't notice her because she was crushed under the fat woman just now.I would have sat next to a Rangers fan if I had known.Thinking of this, she smiled feebly. In the darkness, she didn't believe her legs, she stretched out her hand and groped forward along the partition connected to the railing, hoping to touch the opened folding door.Her fingertips reached forward, but found nothing.After slowly moving forward a few steps, she finally found the door, but it was closed.

This is strange!she thought, shrugging.The others must have escaped by the exit on the other side.It's always been her luck.After some logical reasoning, she calmed down and her thinking became clear.She didn't want to turn back again and risk stepping on something soft again to cross the car, which would make people more anxious.She fumbled around for the button to open the door, found her fingers on its raised edge, and pushed hard, but the door remained closed. "Damn it!" she muttered under her breath.In the crash, the power to the car may have been cut.She turned her head to watch, which was pointless because she couldn't see anything.Imagination filled the visual gap, she seemed to see the whole carriage full of upturned seats, luggage, broken glass on the window and some sticky and limp things—in her imagination, these things were Materialized as stumps and broken legs.No, she must never go back.

She put her hand flat on the car door and pushed hard.Even though the door didn't open, she could feel the door deforming slightly.She felt that as long as she was strong enough, she could push the door open.She took a few steps back, took a deep breath, and then slammed forward, kicking the door with all her strength with her left heel.There was a loud bang in the small space, and the reverberation lingered in my ears.The impact on the knee and ankle was not small, and the two parts suddenly felt a sharp pain.But the fresh air outside hit her face, which gave her hope.She tried with both hands, and a door had come out of its chute.If she did the same for the other door, the gap between the two doors would be enough for her to squeeze through.This time she took two steps back, exerted all her strength, and slammed her body against the door.The two metal doors scraped against each other, making harsh noises, and finally made a gap.

The gap wasn't too big, and luckily Dylan wasn't too big either.She walked sideways through the gap, the zipper caught between her body and the door, and there was the sound of clothes being ripped.Then she suddenly lost her center of gravity, and her body fell towards the rails.She felt creepy for a moment, but her sneakers crunched on the gravel.The feeling of claustrophobia disappeared, as if the chain around the throat had finally been cut. It was as dark in the tunnel as in the car, and the accident must have happened in the middle of the tunnel.Dylan looked first at one end and then at the other.It's useless, there is no light on both sides, except for the sound of air gently passing through the confined space, there is a dead silence here.She said silently in her heart, I will choose whoever the little rooster points to.Sighing, turned to the right, and trudged forward.

The mouth of the tunnel always leads somewhere. Without light, she stumbled and walked with difficulty.From time to time something dodged aside from her feet, and she only hoped it wasn't a mouse in the tunnel.Anything smaller than a rabbit can trigger unexplained fears in her, and a spider in the bathroom can send her out of control for half an hour, until Joan is finally called in to rescue her.If something gets on her shoe here, she knows her instinctive reaction is to kick it off.Despite the darkness and the unevenness of the road, doing so would probably land her in the mud. The tunnel goes on and on.She almost turned back and tried her luck the other way.At this time, she saw a big light in front of her.

Hoping it was an exit or a flashlight equipped by the rescuers, she stumbled and picked up her pace, only thinking about getting out and basking in the light again.After walking for a long time, she finally saw that the big light was a vault. A little light could be seen further on, but not very bright. Finally she walked out of the tunnel, and it was raining lightly outside.She smiled and looked up to the soft raindrops.The dark tunnel made her feel unclean, and the drizzle in front of her eyes seemed to wash away some nasty filth.She took a deep breath, put her hands on her hips, and began to observe the surrounding environment.

The railway track snaked forward and disappeared into a wilderness, and there was nothing here except for the railway track.She felt that she must have been very far from Glasgow.Surrounded by mountains on the horizon, dangerous peaks tower high.Low-pressure clouds swept over the top of the mountain, boundless.The field is colorful, purple heather takes its place in a large area of ​​brown ferns, evergreen pine trees darken the lower slopes, and low bushes grow in between.The hillside near the tunnel is gentle, and the rolling hills are luxuriant with hundreds of grasses.There was neither town nor road in sight, not even a single farmhouse. Dylan bit his lip while carefully looking at the scene in front of him.This place still looks like a wild wilderness that is not suitable for staying for long. She had expected to see police cars and ambulances rushing to the scene and parked in haphazard surroundings.There should have been a swarm of men and women in all kinds of brightly colored uniforms ready to rush up and talk to her, check her wounds, and ask her all kinds of questions.There should be groups of survivors everywhere in the open space at the exit of the tunnel. Their faces were ashes, curled up and shivering in the blankets used to resist the cold wind, but none of them appeared now.Dylan's face was full of confusion and anxiety. Where did everyone else go? She turned and looked into the dark tunnel mouth again. There was no other explanation. She must have gone in the wrong direction.Everyone must be at the other end of the tunnel.Tears of frustration and exhaustion welled up in her eyes.The thought of going back into the darkness again, of crossing the train again with the limp dead bodies of the victims, made her suffer, but she couldn't make a detour. The tunnel was dug out of the bottom of the huge hillside, and the fern-covered mountains rose up on both sides of the tunnel, like cliffs that were impassable. She looked up at the sky, as if she was praying to the sky for a change of luck, but she saw leaden gray clouds drifting across the sky leisurely.Sobbing softly, she turned to face the wasteland, eager to find a trace of civilization before she returned to the dark tunnel.She built an awning with her hands to block the wind and rain in front of her, and looked towards the horizon. At this moment, she saw him. The original text is "Eeny, meeny, miny, mo", which is a rhyme that often appears in British and American nursery rhymes, and has no real meaning.Such as: "Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Mo /Catch a tiger by the toe/if he hollers, let him go/ Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Mo." It is close to "one, two, three, four, five, go up the mountain to fight tigers" and the like Chinese nursery rhymes.The translator here translates it according to the context as "I will choose whoever the little rooster points to".