MetroCard, my blade of choice. I descend into a dungeon lined with tile. Reminds me why I never go in a public bathroom unless I have to. The smell reeks just below your nose. Taste the grime between your teeth.

I swipe my way through the metal thickets, caring not to disturb the zombies around me. They say that these creatures travel through secret, underground tunnels. But I cannot delay, I cannot delay. I must suffer this road to keep my promise.

Doors flash open, then suddenly close, amidst dark groans in the air. These passengers sense I am close but they only mind themselves. Quiet and angry, they are. A soulless ride for sure. The homeless haunt their lives away. I dare not disturb these restless spirits. I protect myself with a shield of silence.

I manage my way through the labyrinth, dodging glances and putrid pools of sewage. I find my way out of the cave, though the light at the end of the tunnel is night. I arrive just in time for the Chinese banquet. My journey ends in a language I don't even understand and for the rest of the night, they don't know why I am silent. Came all this way only to realize that I am just another zombie wielding a dull sword and an empty promise to attend.

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