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I wake up a half hour later and still find myself on the subway. I am nowhere near my stop and this only makes my day worse, as if I had any inkling that it would get better. As I started to pass out again I am woken up by screams and yelling. I guess that they are from punk college kids and try to get back to sleep when all of a sudden I hear gunfire. It sounds like it is coming from the next car. I hear a single shot then muffled screams that I am now sure are coming fron the other car. Most things don’t surprise me, gunfire is something else altogether. Gunfire isn’t a new thing to my life and when I gather my bearings and calm myself down. I tell myself that if I just stay in this car and don’t say anything the gunman will go away and I can continue my slumber and get to my house eventually. The gunman all of a sudden bursts into our car and apparently decides that robbing one car isn’t enough; he wants to go two for two. “Nobody fucking move” he screams. The people in my car were understandably terrified and were screaming shielding themselves as if their hands could stop the bullets. He was demanding their money and whatever they had. I can see what type of person the gunman is, I have seen the type many times before. He is young, no more than seventeen years old. He is scared too, you can tell that because he is constantly screaming with occasional cracks in the voice. He’s moving and twitching, almost as if he is expecting someone to jump him from behind at any second. I know if I stay still and don’t move I’ll be fine. This wasn’t my first rodeo and I know how to be inconspicuous and stay out of trouble. All of a sudden the train comes to a sudden stop. A few people fall over and the gunman almost loses his balance. Out of the corner of my eye I see a child huddled behind her mother. And not just a child, it was a little girl. This punkass kid eyes her almost at the same time I do and grabs her. He needed leverage as the fuzz had just stopped the car and were most likely on their way. This scared punk knew that he was done and needed something to hold onto. This little girl was a teddy bear of sorts to this scared, coward of a teenager. He must feel that as long as he holds on to this tiny creature and threatens her tiny head with a gun then he could maybe, just maybe get away by the hairs on his neck. The mother cries out to her daughter and the daughter screams back. I am positioned right now behind the gunman as he must have passed me assuming I had nothing, but at the same time, I had nothing to lose.