The Pierced Snow : Snowpiercer

Prologue

"We can't all fit. We can't all get on!" I shouted above the bustling of feet and the whistle of the train. His hand was wrapped around my wrist as he pushed through the crowd. He knew something I did not.

"Oh hush, Ice" he had said with a curt tone, "we'll get on-" the large metal door to the caboose slid open with a loud screech, and a warmer gust of air brushed against everyone's cheeks as I was shoved into its tight space.

The first thing I remember was that it was loud; the loud voices of the panicking people echoed off of the the materialized walls. Their leather boots squeaked as puddles of previously frozen water pooled onto the rubber floor. "Iz!" My mother called to me as she attempted to board into the crowded area. I turned to the doorway, as if I was expected to do something to stop what was about to happen.

"Come on, mom" I laughed as she was pulled back from the steps by a muscular man before he jumped onto the platform. The smile across my face disappeared as I noticed her eyes. Pure, but not with innocence or beauty. Her green orbs were filled with the purity of panic and fear, and now that I look back on it, mine should have been too.

"Edgar, what's wrong?" I turned to my brother quickly as he, too, watched the door.

"30 seconds until closing!" A voice boomed as a microphone screech made me plug my ears. And with that warning, a wave of determined barbarians began yanking at people to get in, drowning my mother in its deep, relentless, petrified depths.

I think I screamed, but I don't remember. The metal door closed slowly, as risk takers dove through in the last moments. And then it was shut, and there was a hand on my shoulder. Tears were not on my face, because I didn't understand the situation.

Nothing could be seen, as there were no lights. Blackness caused a panic amongst those who were not expecting it, and Edgar's hand was pulled away from me as women screeched for their children and men for their wives.

"Edgar!" I could not hear my own scream, I could not see my own hands. Something shoved me into the darkness below. Though my feet never left the ground, the millisecond of weightless drowning felt as though it would go on forever, and that I would fall into this abyss of screams, grief and trouble forever.

And that, is exactly what I did.