RANDOM STUFF THAT IM POSTING

(I'm trying to get over writers' block)

"I can move it, no need to worry so much.

"Says the worrywart."

"Oi! You're reckless!"

"Ok, Mr. "Oh no you can't do that you'll kill yourself.""

Askel rolled his eyes. They both playfully bickered all the time. It was comforting, especially in a situation like the one they were currently in. 

"Well, there's only one way to get out of here. And that's actually getting to the exit."

Albert nodded in agreement. He pulled took his right arm and pulled him up, not wanting to hurt the already injured left arm. As they walked down the side of the train tracks, Askel noticed a soda machine. He let out a sigh of relief. 

"There's a soda machine there. I'll go grab us a can. Could be helpful." 

"I'll go with you!"

Albert followed Askel to the soda machine. Askel stuck two quarters in and asked Albert what he wanted. After deciding on the item, Askel clicked the button. But nothing happened. He clicked it again. Still, nothing happened. Albert kicked the machine, hoping something would happen. Nothing did. 

"Train." The two jumped and turned towards the voice. "You wanting to ride, yes or no."

It was more of a statement than a question, but neither of them dared to point that out. 

"Uh, sure?" Askel figured that it could be easier to take the train to the exit rather than walking. And in his and Askel's condition, it would be better.

The two walked onto the train. The person eyed them, at least they both assumed they were eyeing them both. Neither could see their eyes.

"Ah, I'm Askel Egeberg. He and him."

"I'm Albert! Albert... Albert Dumbom." After learning the meaning of his last name, it felt weird to say it in front of the Swede in front of him. "He him also. We both come from Denmark and fell from the sky! I'm betting you don't get passengers often?"

"No." The train started to move. "Abandoned subway is the name for a reason. I am Gunilla. She and her."

She had ruby brown hair and a bob cut with bangs that covered half of her face. She had grey eyes and wore a white dress shirt with brown suspenders. Her stare made Albert and Askel uneasy. This whole place felt like what you would see in a horror movie. It wasn't the ghosts that would scare them though, more of the lack of people that left them with a sick feeling in their stomachs. 

"Ticket."

She held her hand out.

"Give it."

"...ticket?" Askel asked, hesitantly.

"Ja." Her voice was harsh. Monotone, but harsh. "Ticket."

"What do you need a ticket for?" Albert questioned. "You never said anything about needing a ticket."

"You don't have a ticket?"

"No. No we don't." Albert's mind screamed at him to get off of the train. But it was moving, and there seemed to be no way out.

"What do we need a ticket for anyway?" Askel spoke up. His mind was searching for an escape route from this person. She made him feel unsafe. It was a weird kind of unsafe though.

"Ticket to hell. Give it."

The hell comment would usually sound childish, but in a situation like this Albert's mind shut down. Maybe walking to the exit was better.