Walking along the path and enjoying the underground scent, I looked around and saw the Jubilee line fly by. The train roared past me and left a shocking sensation of fast wind blowing into my face like a hurricane.
When I went across the huge corridor which led to the exit, I found an odd suitcase. I bent down and squinted my detective eyes and gasped. It was the exact same suitcase that I saw on the news; it contained deadly substances
Giving quick glances behind me, I hoped nobody spotted me because if they did, I would be in serious trouble. I grabbed hold of the suitcase and wrapped wrapping paper around it; I had it with me since I had just came back from a birthday party. Then, I carried it with me, looking like a business man. I was so jolly because I could become famous by telling people that I uncovered who was the “creator” and that I found an antidote.
Suddenly, a hand plopped on my shoulder and asked me, “What’s that suitcase that you’re hiding with wrapping paper?”
I started sweating madly and trembled back, “N-Nothing Sir. Please mind your own business.” On the count of 3, I sprinted out of his sight around a corner and pounced up the elevator and dashed like a cheetah to my flat that was only a few yards away from the underground exit. I opened the door and slammed it shut, panting in fright.
As I sat down on my soft sofa, I rested the suitcase on my lap. Tension started building in me and I was struck with fear, anxiety and joy. Slowly, I lifted the lock flaps on the suitcase. CLICK! It sprung open. In front of me lay a small bottle full of green liquid and it had words that I never imagined seeing. “COVID-24.’
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