The Borribles: Across The Dark Metropolis - Plot & Excerpts
Such a darkness was difficult to live with, suffocating and soft, but the fugitives were obliged to make the best of it. They had no option and nowhere else to go. It was daylight now and there would be no hiding place for them or the horse on the streets above. All they could do for the time being was eat what was left of their provisions, drink the tin-tasting water from the old tap, and draw lots to see who should sleep and who should stand guard. For a long while there was quiet in the lost space behind the old control cabin, a strange prickly quiet, and only the distant thunder of the trains on the Bakerloo line disturbed it, and only occasionally did that same thunder cause a stream of fine dust to pour from the loose bricks of the roof and add itself to the thick carpet of stone dirt already lying deep on the ground. At last some of the Adventurers went to explore the two deserted trains that stood, rusty, in the sidings. There they soon discovered that the closed doors could be forced open and that in the carriages the long wide seats made comfortable beds, providing them with the best day’s sleep they had enjoyed since leaving Battersea.
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