<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Subway on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/subway/</link><description>Recent content in Subway on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 24 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/subway/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Kingdom</title><link>/stories/2018/04/24/the-kingdom/</link><pubDate>Tue, 24 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/04/24/the-kingdom/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="kingdom3.html"&gt;chapter three&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 4: Storming the Castle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I awoke to the loud squeal of the subway car as we slowed down. I opened my eyes and squinted through the brightness. I groaned in pain as I straightened up into a seated position. Damn, my muscles were sore!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Eric must have laid his camouflage jacket across me while I slept because it slid to the ground as I sat upright. He was facing the opposite direction, staring out the window. I rubbed my eyes and followed his gaze toward the large, well-lit underground subway station we had entered. The platforms were bustling with male guards and hunters dressed in camouflage. Moments later, the train lurched to a full stop and the door slid open.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Kingdom</title><link>/stories/2018/04/24/the-kingdom/</link><pubDate>Tue, 24 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/04/24/the-kingdom/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="kingdom2.html"&gt;chapter two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 3: Train of Thought&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We walked in silence for about a mile until we reached a large clearing. By now, the sun had nearly set. One of the gamesmen raised his walkie-talkie and spoke into it, “Gordon to base- be advised, team is approaching checkpoint 9. Prepare for entry” Then, the man placed the walkie back into his hip holster.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Just then, I heard a loud, high-pitched beeping noise up ahead. It almost sounded like the sound a golf-cart makes when put in reverse. Then, I saw it. A large metal cylinder roughly 12 feet in diameter began rising out of the ground in the middle of the clearing. I stopped in my tracks, unsure of what I was looking at. It continued to ascend until it was about 12 feet into the air. Then the beeping stopped. The gamesmen and rest of the group appeared completely unfazed and continued walking towards the structure. Just another stroll in the woods.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>