The doors opened quickly, the passengers flooded in, many took a seat, and many stood with frowns. A loud beeping sound echoed through the subway station, the doors closed. The train pulled slowly off into the dark tunnels ahead. Mixed odors and aromas of funk and expensive perfume rolled themselves within the car of the train. Loud cell phones ringed, shoes streaked along the floor, music played loudly by their ear phoned masters who rocked their heads rhythmically to the beats. Children screamed, scared of the darkness, their small naďve minds tricked them into seeing boogie men. The people huddled among one another with their dismal hue suits and clothing with apathetic faces. Their eyes a bloody red as they silently prayed the day to end, their jobs overworked them on eight hour shifts for peanuts.

“Next stop, Havenbrook.” A monotone voice spoke over the intercom.

People gathered their belongings and rushed towards the doors in a disorderly fashion. Various commotions sprawled towards the doors; no one could make sense as so many conversations were made at once. The doors opened, the people rushed out like a herd of wildebeest. Mothers grabbed their kids tightly to themselves, men stomped out with briefcases in their hands, while sinisterly thieves ran about looking for easy prey. The car was half empty. More seats became available. Some stretched their legs onto the empty seats next to them. Others barricaded themselves with their bags, fearful of the floating and unmindful eyes of strangers. Strange homeless men with their crooked smiles of yellow teeth peered deep into the souls of the lone women in the car. The derelicts sat with a hunch, they peered about like vultures as horrible stenches rolled off their disheveled clothing.

There in the middle of the car sat a group of rambunctious adolescents. They sat, laughed, and talked loudly, disturbed the peace of those who attempted to sleep in this unsafe environment. One of them, a coal colored young woman with tight clothing bounced around the car. She threw gang signs into the air as her cronies cheered. She was attractive on the outside, disgusting on the inside. Her red crop-top shirt matched her blue bellbottoms. She wore a red bandana on her corn-rolled red dyed hair that bore a pattern. Perhaps she was in some sort of youthful gang. She peered across the car as she looked for a victim to harass. She wanted to show her friends that she was tough. She wanted easy prey…neither too strong nor too weak, but just right.

About several feet away from where her and her friends sat, an older woman in her late thirties sat on an inner seat. Her head turned to the side as she stared out the window to witness the beautiful scenery. Amber was her name. She was a paralegal agent for a corporate company. After a day of hectic business meetings, filling out paperwork, and managing co-workers, she found herself lethargic. She was stunningly attractive, with that of a delicate elfish, but thick body. She wore her hair in a bun; very conservative attire covered her body. The men watched her daily - she knew of this, but didn't care. She was seen as polite and kind - those that crossed her wrong, faced a viper. Overall, Amber carried herself as a respectable lady.

The juvenile delinquent placed her eyes onto Amber. “Victim.” She told herself as she crept up to Amber. She heard her friends' chuckles and whispers from behind. She stood next to the seat to which Amber sat. Amber, slowly with a carefree face, glanced over to the adolescent with a smile.

“Hello, I'm Amber, what's your name?” She bashed her eyes as she sat upright.

“Yo, I be dat gurl, Kim in da hood be lookin' fo yo' boo!” Kim rhythmically swirled her body in a snake like manner. The homeless and perverted men stared with lustful eyes at Kim's flat rolling stomach muscles as her breast jiggled in her tight clothing. “I be in da hood on da corner fo all da boys to cum taste me!” She threw a gang sign into Amber's face.

Amber took a deep breath as she understood what she was up against. Her eyes rolled a little as she focused her attention back towards the window. She didn't care for the young woman's foul mouth, for as long as they were words and not touches, they were meaningless.

Kim became a bit enraged. She glanced at her friends who pointed and laughed at her. To them, she was a loser - unable to place fear into a business woman of small stature. She clinched her fist. “Yo, yo, yo, yo! Did ya' hur me in dis place. I be talkin' to yo too baby bitch!” Kim raised her voice as everyone in the car watched what was going to happen next.

Amber continued to ignore the ignorant woman's actions. She shrugged her shoulders, a small giggle emitted from her thin pink lipstick lips. “These are dark times indeed.” She nodded her head.

The train was about to enter into a dark tunnel, the monotone voice called out an upcoming station, “Morristown station is your next station. Please gather your belongings, thank you for riding and have a great day. I repeat Morristown station.” A few passengers rose from their seats and towards the door. Amber scooted to the outside seat, Kim wouldn't budge.

“Hurry up!” A friend of Kim warned as their stop was coming. Kim's stomach grumbled in nervousness as she didn't know what to do. Without thinking, Kim placed her hands onto Amber's right shoulder. The adolescent gang hollered like animals as they witnessed Kim's scuffle with a stranger. The train was dark, no one could see anything. There were a few dim lights, only shadows were visible.

A sharp piercing scream echoed throughout the car. A few bangs onto the window were heard. Something heavy collapsed onto the floor. The sight of someone's feet dangled in the air as they kicked wildly. The scream continued and evolved into tears and muffled pleas. The passengers looked around in confusion, a little panic occurred as a commotion brewed about. An article of clothing was thrown to the other side of the car as it hit the floor with a squishy thud. The train pulled into the well lit station of Morristown.

The people looked around to see the outcome. Kim's friends peered around in confusion. Amber sat in her seat as she stared out the window. Kim wasn't anywhere to be found. The doors opened, the crowd walked through and the doors closed. Kim's friends peered inside the car of the train to see if she was under the seats. The floor showed no remnants of Kim. To the far left of the car, near a door to another car, there laid her bandana covered with a clear slime. The train pulled from the station as it left the friends behind. The lights of the train were enveloped by the tunnel's darkness.

On the train, hardly anyone was on, but a few people. An older man covered in shaggy clothing and a drink in his hand, covered with a brown paper bag stared at the quiet woman who faced the window. Several of the other passengers looked around as they sat in their seats. The train kept moving through the tunnel. The voice over the intercom echoed through the cars once more, “Your next station is Trent station. Exit here for the Trent station.” The few people on the car gathered their belongings and headed towards the doors.

Amber placed her hands onto the back of the seat which braced her weight. Her stomach protruded from the waist as red veins strained. Her buttons popped on her business suit and onto the floor - she didn't care. Her stomach measured sixteen inches in diameter as it sloshed about. The eyes of the other passengers opened widely as their mouths hanged agape. Words did not escape their opened mouths as their eyes expressed a million words. Reality and fiction stitched their separated minds which connected the adolescent's disappearance to that of Amber's massive girth. With a sudden, the people banged heavily onto the train doors to open. They wailed in fear, tears rolled down their eyes, urine excreted onto the floor.

Muffled screams emitted from Amber's stomach as it sloshed Kim side to side. Grumbles, groans, sizzles, and squeals rumbled from the pit of her belly. One could witness the hard angled bulges from Kim as her hands, arms, and legs moved about under the warm skin of her fleshy prison. Amber's breathing was a little heavy as she carried the both of them towards the door. The people pressed themselves against the closed door to avoid contact with the monster. Amber stood upright as her belly pushed outward of her almost torn attire. She stood with a smug look as she placed her hand over her mouth. A burp erupted from between her lips.

“I've seen crazier shit den dat.” The drunk hiccupped as he took a sip from his drink only to doze off to sleep.

The train doors opened and the people spilled onto the train station's platform. People, who were waiting for the train on the other side, looked at the commotion going on. Their eyes protruded from their sockets as they witnessed a rather beautiful woman waddling out of a train door. They didn't know what had occurred. Several conversations started as people on the other side of the platform pointed and talked. Little children pointed and shrieked as they pulled on their tired parents' arms and clothing.

Two police officers who stood by the escalator wanted to question her, but didn't know what to say. The two, in their navy blue uniforms and drawn out baton sticks, stood there ground in awe. They had never seen such a situation before. The entire station was full of screams, laughter, and conversations muddled together to sound like a falling rapid. Amber ignored the spectators and made her way to the escalator. She braced herself as the electronically controlled stairs pulled her up, out of the underground and into the open civilization of above.

Amber felt the tingles of the girl she swallowed whole and alive struggle within. She felt the fabric of Kim's clothing bump against the walls of her stomach. Her stomach was full of gastric juices, mucus, and saliva. Inside, Kim floated about in a tight ball as the warm juices pushed her about. Kim, at one time could hear the heart beats, the blood that flowed through Amber's veins, and the loud sounds of people screaming from the outer world. Kim came to her senses, she was a humble teen - her whole gangster mentality was just a shell of her own insecurities, but now she was in a hostile world that would erase her from all of existence. It was dark, damp, and hot with a sulfuric scent stomach that Kim was being held within.

Amber walked through the terminals along with other people who gasped in shock over her grotesquely protruded abdomen. It was nightfall, the street lights dimmed downward at the parked cars. She waddled for several minutes to her vehicle which was located at the end of the parking-lot adjacent to the heavily wooded area. It was a bit warm outside, and a bit sticky as the midsummer July humidity was in the air. There, Amber spotted her car, a small blue Cobalt parked in a mint condition, undisturbed by the world around it. She reached for her keys in her pocket, unlocked the doors, and opened to get in.

She encountered a problem. She was even more lethargic from after consuming Kim, her girth made it almost impossible to enter. Amber wanted to go home and finish digesting Kim - she honestly deserved to be digested at home with no chance of getting out. She placed her hand over her forehead and gave off a deep sigh.

“You're lucky - normally, I wouldn't do this, but I need to get home to sleep.” Amber placed her hand over her stomach. Her stomach was no longer moving about as earlier, here and there small movements were detected. With little to no oxygen in her gut, Amber was a bit astonished that such a person could survive. Amber pushed her bottom abdominal muscles into a rolling movement, until it contracted with the middle muscles. Loud groans sounded as bone popping sounds cracked. Amber could feel her organs pressed against one another as Kim's body was being forced upward.

It wasn't long until Amber's stomach started to deflate to normal as her throat began to take shape of Kim's body. Her mouth opened wide as she focused it downward onto the warm pavement below. First, a head appeared, along with arms and hair was pushed out of her mouth into the open world. Eventually, within a few minutes, Kim's waist and buttocks was out as the rest of her body laid limp - she wasn't dead, but had little energy herself to move, most of it absorbed in Amber's stomach. With one last minute, Amber's stomach contracted as it pushed Kim's entire body out of Amber's being and onto the pavement below.

Amber stumbled backwards onto her car's seat. She breathed heavily like a fish out of water. She had never done that before - people just rotted and digested within her. She pulled herself into the car, closed the door, started the engine and pulled out of the parking space. She didn't care of the well being of Kim who was now on her knees looking downward. It started to rain a little, as small drops fell onto the windshield of the car. In the distance, Amber was gone; her car disappeared in the long spiraling road that led deep into the woods.

Kim, kneeled down on her knees began to make small whimpering sounds. A crowd of people surrounded her body which was in a pool of saliva and digestive juices. Their eyes opened wide, revolted, horrified, and amazed beyond belief at what they saw. A few grabbed their camera phones and took several pictures of Kim.

“I'm freezing…I need clothing…I need daddy, mommy, and daddy.” Her words took a turn from ghetto to proper. Her true form was exposed to the world. Her once dark colored skin was now bleached into an eye-sore pale. A bit of her hair was intact on her head - most of it had disintegrated earlier. Her bones ached as she folded her arms to her chest for warmth. “I'm cold. Someone hold me.” Kim cried for help, but to no avail of anyone aiding her.

“Poor little child.” Someone screamed in the crowd.

“I saw the whole thing…woman swallowed her up like a noodle!” A man claimed.

“These `devourers' are out of control…no one does anything anymore…we're doomed.” Another man said as he folded his arms across his chest.

“I think she deserved it…bitch had it coming.” A mellow masculine voice sounded.

“Oh, God, it's a zombie!” A teen shrieked.

“This is so going on YouTube!” Another teen busted through the crowd and snapped a picture with his phone.

The crowd grew silent; there must have been around fifty people who watched in horror of the abomination in front of them. The two police officers stood their ground in shock, unable to think - their trainings never prepared them for this. In the distance, the sound of a wailed ambulance echoed through the parking-lot, followed by the sirens of police cars.

She held one hand onto the ground to brace her fragile body; with the other she held it over her abdomen. Blood poured from out of her onto the pavement. She tried to keep her organs from spilling out a hole that Amber's hydrochloric acids formed. “I need…I need…Mark, Tara, Sarah, Jenny, and…” She stuttered the names of her friends who accompanied her on the train. Kim couldn't believe her young life would end this way. Her world became discolored. Faces of the spectators distorted from her view of the world. A sound of static silence waved through her eardrums as her soul separated from her body. Kim peered to her right, to see some sort of demon. This dark demonic red eyed unholy presence stared at her with a grin. A grin of vengeance as if it knew the outcome of her life since being birthed into this world. Her world darkened, and became nothing.

The rain drops fell onto the world below. The young woman's organs spilled out onto the pavement and the crowd moved back with panicked screams and yelps. The paramedics and officers pushed the people back, a reporter and camera man recorded the footage. The drops of water became larger and heavier as they pounded the crowd and pavement. A small red river of organs and bits of clothing washed away into the sewers below - as if Mother Earth washed a form of evil away from existence with her own tears of sorrow.