I hope this satiates some of you for the moment...
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The moon floated among the black blanket of the sky, covered for a moment by a quilt of grey fog, but beneath the ground, the subway was crashed violently at a halt.

The sleeping girl was flung out of the man's lap and onto the grungy steel ground, littered with gum wrappers and deep grime. Her body was pitched under one seat and then to the opposite side. Her body formed into the cavity beneath the plastic bench as she began to wail in the dark. The girl who had been watching her, Blacksheep, was tossed against her, lobbed from her seat against the frail other girl's mattress-body.

All light was drawn from their eyes. They could hear the crying of a few people on the other side of the car, and the scrambling of many people around them. Black crawled out from the little crater they were stuck in, and put her arm out, feeling gently through the dark, to help the other girl, who was crying quietly. "Are you there?" she asked. She pulled the other girl close to her and put an arm around what might have been her shoulders as they trembled together.

"Is everyone okay?" someone shouted, a masculine voice from the other side of the seats. She could hear someone scrabbling around her.
"Over here," she said, as the shuffling intruded into their section of seats. She held out the independent arm and felt a paw in the void. "Oh God, over here." They collapsed into each other and sat there shivering.
"Where is everyone? What's wrong?" another male voice whined pitiably.
"Come to us," the guy with them called. For another hour, the passengers metro car collected themselves frightened in the back corner, fumbling and feeling blindly through the chaos.
"Give me your hand," the guy said, and each new member of the cluster would stretch out his or her limbs in hope of a recovery, in hope that some savior would rescue then from the impenetrable gloom.
The girl in Black's arms didn't venture to speak until they were all gathered in the dark.
"Who are you?" the girl asked. She seemed disproportionately thin. No one answered. "Please," she muttered. She held out her hand, touched someone's face that she couldn't see. "Who are you?"
Black told her name, in return for hers. "Sherry," the circle began.
"Grath…Defalcon…Falcon…Tiger…"
"There were more than six of us when we got on," Tiger pointed out.
"Someone must have been knocked out," Falcon noted. From around the circle they were huddles in, he could see each set of eyes reflecting the darkness in a solemn dim glow that looked almost like a candle burning out. "We should crawl around and try to find them.