Is “rain falling from Muni” of those signs of end times, like locusts of rivers running with blood? A tipster sends us the above picture of a puddle on the seat of an outbound N Judah that, they say, came from clear liquid dripping out of the ceiling of a train, indoors at Embarcadreo station, on a day in which is was not raining.

We don’t have enough details on the issue to get any sort of answer from the SFMTA on what this liquid might be, or why it’s coming out of the ceiling of an N. My guess: injured alien lying on top of the train as his or her lifeblood trickles out. Let’s hope our tipster didn’t touch it — that’s how zombie movies get started.

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Eve Batey is the editor and publisher of the San Francisco Appeal. She used to be the San Francisco Chronicle's Deputy Managing Editor for Online, and started at the Chronicle as their blogging and interactive editor. Before that, she was a co-founding writer and the lead editor of SFist. She's been in the city since 1997, presently living in the Outer Sunset with her husband, cat, and dog. You can reach Eve at eve@sfappeal.com.

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