I was just sitting at the station minding my own business. My headphones were on, the music helping to block out the sounds of the busy crowd. To be honest I had lost track of what was going on around me.

A tap on my shoulder brought me out of my daze and back to reality, an older man placed a bag next to me on the bench with a heavy thud and gave me a warm smile.

"Excuse me young man. I have to use the restroom, would you mind if I left my bag here with you?" He asked, his voice as shaky as his legs. I nodded and he enthusiastically thanked me before shuffling off into the crowd.

I placed the headphones back over my ears and let my music pull me back into my own little world.

"se m... s th... yo... ba..." A voice cut through the noise, though it was hard to make out. I looked up to see a security guard standing in front of me. His face was hardened and his eyes were exhausted and sunken, his hands were resting on a rifle slung over his shoulder. They were becoming more common recently, the world was becoming a scary place. Startled, I pulled my headphones off once more and looked at the man, He shook his head and sighed, nodding to the old man's bag resting on the bench beside me.

"Is this your bag?" He asked again, clearly frustrated. I briefly scanned the crowd, the old man was nowhere to be seen. I sighed.

"Yeah, is there something I ca-" He didn't let me finish. Before I knew it, I was on the ground. Five men armed with those same rifles rushed to stand around me facing out towards the crowd.

"What're you-" I tried to say, but the man who had first approached me was pinning me to the cold station floor.

"Help!" I yelled, but nobody answered. A hundred people had stopped and were staring at the spectacle, but nobody lifted a finger to help.

"You've got it wrong! I was just-" I tried to clear up my white lie.

"Enough! Be silent, or we'll make sure you stay silent!" The man on my back said. His knee dug into my spine making it hard to breathe. I could barely see someone walk over to the bag and gingerly unzip it. Something fell out and rolled onto the ground. It stopped just in front of my face.

A hand grenade. The pin tied to a string floating off out of view...

I didn't even hear the shouts from the crowd before the world went white. The last thing I remember was a shout coming from a far off place... "Long live the resistance..."