Tunnel Vision

A subterranean tunnel leads South, a plain metal door obscuring another path. I key in the code and wait as the door slides down and makes way for me to continue my path. Slowly it closes behind me, I don't worry about being trapped. If what the legends say are true, I'll never need to go back.

They say the city of New York is still here. Buried under ruble from the civil war. People live down here peacefully. A world for themselves with no outsiders. I didn't believe it at first but I met a man that said he had come from there. He offered me his code and told me where I could find the tunnel. I thought it was a joke. But it kept popping into my head, calling me.

It took me three days to find the entrance. There's no sun underground, so I don't know how many days the tunnel took. But the door, it took moments. The city shouldn't be far from here now. I could smell an unfamiliar scent and there was noise growing louder. It sounded like music. That couldn't be right.

I had run out of energy a while ago, and food, a few days before that; still I ran as fast as my feet would carry me. When I finally saw the city, it was everything I dreamed it would be. A little worse for wear, but it was all there. Skyscrapers that had to reach the tops of the cave, even if they were missing large chunks. There were buildings as far as my eyes could see. Somehow, they had managed to keep the electricity going down here when we had lost it years ago on the surface. This is amazing, the New York my grandmother remembered and spoke about so often.