Setting Excercise

             Descending the steps into the New York Subway Station gave me the feeling of walking to my own death. The long vast hall was pretty much empty, with the exception of a disheveled man lying on a bench in the middle. The graffiti lining the walls of the chamber was long since forgotten, reminiscent of the popular times past. I can only imagine what this place used to be like, but now everybody uses the newer safer subway station. Suddenly I tripped over a gaping crack in the cement, inhaling a gulp of the stale air as I did so. My hands caught my fall, covering them with a coat of dust, and a rat scurried over them. Even with the rats and my heavy breathing there was still an eerie stillness over everything. Just then, everything started to shake. Fragments of the ceiling began to fall as if the whole thing was crumbling and the air began to fill with dust. Then the train pulled in to the station.