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Domesticated zombies

With head and eyes below the horizon, he steps on a subway train in rush hour Metropolitan Zeta, just has he have many mornings before.

As he entered, lifted his head and made an instinctively slow three-sixty panoramic view of the subway cart, he immediately realized this morning is far from the usual…

He was completely surrounded by what could be best described as domesticated zombies. Lifeless remnants of what once were people.

He froze stiff in his tracks, paralyzed by is realization but for some reason didn’t panic. – what the hell is going on?

He felt misplaced, alone. As if just been disconnected from The Matrix and suddenly surrounded by slouched over energy-drained bodies with vacant eyes staring into nothingness, avoiding eye contact as if it were punishable by death, or something far worse.

There is no telling from exactly where. But partially masking the monotonous noise from the accelerating train, music is heard from two or maybe three headsets, setting an even scarier mood to an already scary scene. Dead clear “do not disturb” signs.

If I make a sound or accidentally make eye contact, will they attack? – He wondered.

Wearing a red sports jacket and nicely fitted jeans, a short-haired blond woman standing no more than a meter to his left was in clear violation of the scene being described.

– Like me, she is awake! – He thought with an unsuppressed surprised look on his face.

Maybe I should talk to her, say something like. – Hi! You and I are the only ones here who are actually alive…

He didn’t.