It was crowded in the pit. Barely enough room to move around. One or two people at the most could sit for a little while, but it left everyone cramped and more upset. It would have been easier if they could have seen one another, but the room - such as it was - held nothing but pitch blackness around them. After all the screaming and begging and crying subsided, which took longer than some expected, the group got to work figuring out their situation. There were six of them. Four men, two women, none of whom knew each other in the slightest. They were in some kind of cavern dug out of the earth and there was no light. At all. The walls were sticky and clumped when touched. Behind that, there was dirt. Possibly rock, but who could tell?
More importantly, there was something above them that was blocking all light, air, and the like from entering. A plug, perhaps, although what that meant, none of them could fathom. One man realized early on that none of them knew how they got there, but that they had been on a subway car together. It had been evening and they all had been heading home from work. Some had families to return to. Some did not. Some had wine and that was enough for them. There had been shaking, like an earthquake, and then the world had gone dark. When they awoke, they were stuck in this hole.
A couple of the men started to protest, saying how they were important and this and that, but the others did not care. Status had nothing to do with the situation in which they found themselves. Money could not buy them out of this. Power could not threaten them out of this. All they had was each other and their minds. That was a daunting idea in multiple respects, though that remained an unspoken barrier. One enterprising woman suggested that they form a human tower to see how far up this hole went. Maybe they could climb out or, at least, one of them could and go get help. It was an idea that was met with reluctance, but eventually was accepted.
So, they figured out who was which size and formed the tower from biggest to smallest. At the top, a young woman reached out her hand and grazed the roof. It was hard and smooth and cold. It was the top of the subway car. There was no way out. She informed the group of this with a trembling voice and then plummeted to the ground as the group exploded in an argument. She landed with a crunch and a thud. And then there were five.
The fighting began in earnest and soon grew violent. There were blows thrown and crunching and wet smacking noises. And then there were four. Then three. Then two. And then one all alone. Stuck underground. No way out. At least there was food.
Here is where I''ll post random stories that aren't, as of yet, in a larger book. Call it a free ride into the mouth of madness, yo.