Evening Frank, or whatever the fuckin’ time it is. I don’t know. We’ve been stuck in this blasted tunnel for what must be at least a few days it seems. I can’t be sure. I only know that I’ve slept twice since I’ve been here. Haven’t showered since before I left. I must look like a real piece of work. My face is scruffy, my hair is getting greasy, and the grime is building up in my hands. Not very respectable looking for someone in our line of work. I’m gonna need a real hot bath and some toiletries when I arrive.

Don’t worry. I still got the stuff. I haven’t allowed it to leave my side since I left. I was worried that someone might try to steal it from me in my sleep, but everyone seems to be pretty honest here. My biggest worry is that some twat will try to burn it. Can you believe it? Some fuckin’ kid comes up to me and asks if he could have my suitcase or anything inside of it to burn. I said, “No, you little fucker! You touch my case and I’ll burn you!” He got all wide eyed and buggered off. I’ve seen him a few times since, but he’s tried not to make eye contact with me and hurried past. Apparently some of the other passengers are cold. Dummys should’ve worn a better coat. You ain’t never seen me beggin’ for nothing. I come prepared.

Anyhow, despite the troubles, most people seem unnaturally calm. Why, just earlier today, I heard a gunshot followed by no screams. When you hear a gunshot on a crowded train, you expect a little screaming, but no. Nothing of the sort. Now, I was in a different car at the time and reacted the only way someone in my position could deem appropriate. By getting calmly getting off the train and nonchalantly making my way all the way passed the final car to take a piss. I don’t want no part of whatever was going on in there. I’ll just keep to myself, thank you very much.

Anyways, I’m taking a piss and I hear this rustling some cars back, near the one I heard the gunshot from. So I kind of peak around, turning my head back best I can without pissing on myself and I see a big fat butt pointing up from the ground. Well I soon discovered that the big fat butt had a big fat body when it stood up holding something with a slight sparkle in his hand. Well, it must have been something very interesting because fatty waddled off and back on board the train, all the while holding the sparkly item in both his hands, never his eyes looking up from it. I don’t know why that stuck out to me as peculiar. It’s not like it was the most interesting thing to happen on this trip. No, far from it.

Let me tell you, since we have arrived in the tunnel, I have not seen one single employee. It’s like they all just disappeared. Not a fuckin’ clue of them anywhere. Now that I think about it, the calmness of everyone seems that much more fucked up. In fact, the only person who even seemed to panic even remotely was some scrawny fellow who made a run for back where we came. The stupid bastard didn’t even have a light. There could be miles of darkness that way; he’s likely to trip and break his neck or run face first into a wall. We don’t even know if the entrance is still open. For all we know, we could be trapped in here and that fool running off into the darkness is likely to end up dead.

Oh fuck, me. Listen, if this letter reach you before me, know that I’m not letting go of the package. Hold tight and I will arrive.

-Mark Ambrose