As he had given the command, Kirk himself had rushed straight into the frey.
Kirk raced through the dimly lit subway station, ignoring the explosion he heard earlier. Closing his eyes to the screams that he feared might have signaled the final words of people.
The urgency in his steps matched the pounding of his heart. The distant echo of an approaching train reverberated through the tunnels. He rushed forward towards the tracks and immediately his eyes narrowed as he spotted a rundown train waiting at the platform.
Ignoring the warning signs, Kirk sprinted towards the open doors, urgency etched on his face. Without a moment's hesitation, he leaped onto the train. The interior was eerily quiet, the dim lighting casting long shadows over destroyed seats.
"We were too late..." Kirk muttered.
At that moment, before him was a gut-wrenching scene unfolding .