Bygone Stations

Something doesn’t seem quite right. Sure, she woke up at her usual workstation (and by workstation, we mean train station), but she doesn’t remember her workstation being painted with violent scarlet light with plant mutated anamologies crawling around.  Her body doesn’t seem to work the way it used to, and her right eye stings. Whenever she stays still, her body accelerates its own decay. (Wow…