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stuck. This guy on top of me is huge.”
    “Recite the alphabet,” Abby said.
    “Is this a test?”
    “No, I need to find you.”
    He did.
    To the left, his voice came from the left. Abby scooted over some. Where? Where was he?
    By the time he got to the letter ‘W’, Abby had pinpointed the voice.
    “Can you move anything?” Abby asked. “I know you’re here somewhere.”
    “No. I’m pinned in.”
    Abby looked around her. She was perched on the arm of a seat and when she looked down she saw the cell phone. Grabbing it, she played with the phone until it lit up enough for her to use it as a guide.
    “Call out again.”
    “Hello.”
    Found.
    The light cast a small hue on the almond colored face. His eyes blinked. It was reminiscent of the scene from the movie ET .
    “You found me,” he said.
    Abby noticed he was young. “I did.”
    “When you were calling for the little boy, I thought you meant me.”
    “You’re not that young.” Abby touched the dead body on top of him.
    “No. But I’m too young to die. Can you get me out of here?”
    “I’ll try,” Abby said. “Ok, let me think for a second.”
    “What about if I push and you pull this guy,” he suggested.
    “Then what?” Abby asked.
    “Can we roll him out of the way?” he asked.
    “We can try. Okay.” Abby took another breath. It was going to be difficult but she wasn’t a small woman. While her height was average, she always was a big boned gal and her body had held the extra weight from the baby, but she wasn’t anywhere as nimble as she wanted to be. But Abby was strong, she knew that.
    Positioning herself belly down on the seat, Abby scooted up enough to get a good grip on the man’s body. “I’ll pull outward, you push and hopefully the momentum will move him. We start on the count of three. One, two …”
    “Wait.” Another voice entered the equation.
    They stopped.
    The voice was close. Abby grabbed the cell phone again and used it as a light. Down at the bottom of the pile was a man, an older man.
    It was Harry.
    He was nearly free. He was still pinned from the waist down, but he had managed to get out some and was in a semi sitting position. “Just be careful. I don’t want all my hard work trying to free myself to be for naught,” he said.
    “Are you hurt?” Abby asked.
    “I ache,” Harry answered. “Then again at my age everything is gonna hurt.”
    “We’ll be careful.” Abby nodded at Harry, put down the phone, grabbed the body of the man and made eye contact with the teenage boy. “Ready?”
    “Yeah.” He nodded.
    Abby counted. “One, two …three.”
    It didn’t work.
    They tried again.
    The third time the rush of adrenaline aided in the task and Abby freed the man. Only problem was the force of the pull and push caused him to knock her back. She banged her shoulder on the other seat and the man’s lifeless arm flailed her in the face.
    Abby would have fallen more had she not been quick enough to grab on to the seat.
    “Here,” the young man crawled over the seat and aided her. “Thank you.”
    “You’re welcome.”
    He looked down at the three people below her; they all appeared dead. “We need to help the other guy and get off this train.” He extended his hand to her.
    “I couldn’t agree more.” Abby took his hand. “What’s your name?”
    “Foster.”
    “Thank you, Foster.” Just as Abby stood, both her and Foster looked toward the shuffle bodies and the grunting sounds.
    “I’m out,” Harry called. “Lifting that extra weight helped. Thank...” Harry stopped. He had inched out, used the wall as leverage and brought himself to a standing position. He was speaking as he climbed the mound of five bodies. He stopped speaking when he got a good look at all that transpired.
    Below the bodies all he saw were people, darkness and blood. Once above it he saw the true devastation.
    And all that Harry could muster was a gasping, “Oh my God.”
     
     
     
    He was all the way at the