The sky was grey when Jack woke up to the sound of the train whistle. He didn’t realize it was Wednesday already. Time seemed to pass him by in jolts and starts.

He sat up in bed and wiped at his eyes. Blinking as he stare across the room to the wind up clock (the electricity had become unpredictable lately), he cursed and scrambled gathering his clothes together.

“Should’ve been ready two hours ago,” he growled as he shoved both legs into his jeans at once. Pulling a grey sweatshirt roughly over his head and pushing his arms through the sleeves, he stepped into his sneakers as quickly as he could.

He ran through his apartment, knowing he still had 15 minutes of “dressing” to get through before he could leave the confines to get out to pick up his supplies. The rumbling of the train had been silent for at least five minutes.

Being late on Wednesday was not an option. Jack knew better than to be late. He peered out the plastic window, expecting to see a crowd.

What he saw made him shiver.