i didn't edit this at all but i want to start posting my writing somewhere and this is kinda too short for anywhere else. tw for burning alive and cannibalism under the cut
Right, and now they've got these new trains. High-density, set up like morgues, with the drawers. Couple hundred people to a train car, you know?
Right, right. Well, one of 'em crashed, see? First crash, I think, unless some other one got covered up.
Yeah, you know it. But it got, like, there was some kind of fuel leak or something. And that matters 'cause it went and caught fire. And so the whole train is getting very warm, and the conductor's cabin has a window you can crack open for air, right? And, well, she tells me that the train's late and she's two hours late for lunch.
Okay, I'll bite. Why's it matter she's two hours late for lunch?
Because it's getting real, real hot in those drawers where they keep the people, right? And first the screams start, but not long after that it's the smells. And she can barely hear it over the screams, but she hears her stomach growling, 'cause it smells like damn bacon in there.
Long bacon, I guess. Sure.
That ain't even the half of it. So she's hanging out the window, right? And all of a sudden there's this wrenching sound, and the door comes on open. And a bunch of crazed looking assholes led by one guy with a crowbar and a beanie stagger on through. And, and, you have to remember that this is all, there's still screaming going on, right? The drawers still ain't open, there's no, I guess, emergency release. People still cooking in there, right?
Right, yeah, you get it. So they're still cooking in there, and crowbar guy goes to grab one of the drawers, but the handle's still hot, so he lets go and screams. No one's paying any attention to my friend, 'cause she's still in her locked up conductor cabin. She couldn't even get out if she tried. Maybe through the window...
Back to Crowbar. What's he doing?
Right, right. So he takes his beanie off, wraps it around his hand, and pulls open the drawer fully and proudly announces "Dinner!".
Then, the passenger in that drawer sits straight upright and their hands close around Crowbar's throat, screaming all the while. And they're, like, their skin is sloughing off and dripping everywhere, right? All over Crowbar's coat. And his friends try to pull them off him, but they touch that well done steak and they pull back, they can't grab them, they're too hot. So Crowbar's screaming, or I guess choking, waving his hands all over, and his friends just bolt. They're gone. And eventually Crowbar stops moving, and the passenger hits the floor with a splat and a sizzle.
How'd she get out, though? Your friend.
Right, the firefighters came. They axed her cabin open, pulled her and her half-melted shoes on out. Heat stroke or something. Crowbar went in a bodybag, and a few thousand steaks went in a mass grave or something. She's still working for the railroad.
Really. She wants out, but she's not stupid. Up and quit? Out of a job? Come on. Anyway, I think final official fatalities was something like 98 percent.
98? Huh. Best I ever heard was 80 with the old style trains. It derailed and fell down a canyon somewhere. Gas prices can't be that bad, for 98 percent.
Yeah, funny thing about that. I got a train to catch. See ya.
