Kitty Takes The Zoomo

A little delve into my book in progress. Working title - Ben.
Kitty Whelan strode like she meant business, up into the holding area in the space between the outside tunnel and the entrance into the Shaft City. She waited along the Red Line until the Zoomo came hurtling down the rails like a charging bull. 

It stopped, expanded some brief air into the warm cold night and mixed with a trace of blackened petrol it hissed white steam into the air. As the double doors to the side wheezed open, Kitty caught the draft and pulled the collar of her dark bomber jacket up around her neck, trying to stave of the last dying degrees of the cold chill.

The Zoomo was full of compressed bodies, some Younglings, holding onto the handrails above them, others, Shaft Rats hovering like small flies in-between their heads. And the Ockras sitting in the seated area, jelled bellies globed together like pieces of soft dough and their eyes receding and then emerging from their faces.

Altogether not a particularly nice way to travel, thought Kitty. But remembered the alternative had been the ride offered on Fitz’s Chariot and she had no intention of getting into another situation she could not get out of.

She was just about to step onto the Z train when she heard the honk of the horn. Turning around she saw Fitz sitting in the driver seat of the Chariot, across on the other tram lane. He rolled down the window with ease.

“Ride for the lady?” he shouted over to Kitty.

“Sorry! Already on board here!” she shouted back, and put one foot onto the train, watching from inside, as the doors shut tight in front of her face.

Fitz smiled and rolled up his window, giving her a wink. The last Kitty saw was the Chariot taking off at speed into the night, just before her breath fogged up the interior of the Zoomo, and just before she was to feel the cold clammy wet padded paw of the Earthling to her left.   (c)