MicroHorror

Now deep in the subway tunnels, the exhaustion brought her to her knees. Her sweat danced patterns against the grimy glow of the lights and she knew she was done. Somewhere, perhaps in an unreachable tunnel, a train moved in darkness, carrying late-night drifters. The only other sounds were her gasping breaths and those dragging footsteps that had been echoing behind her for miles of dirty passageways long forgotten, going nowhere.

Finally, she turned, and from her lungs escaped the last energy she had.

“What are you?”

And the answer, simple and cold from the dark, “The End.”