ISISRAXTOSA: Nowhere To Run

Chapter Nine: City Limits

Not every day do you get a chance to travel in style. Okay, this isn't a style. Traveling in a boxcar, meant for packages or whatever, isn't what most people would do, but it is faster. Especially with zombies. The train was going slow enough for Jill and me to jump on.

A few zombies also found the train. Luckily, they don't run. If they ran, like those in the movie Dawn of The Dead, or World War Z, Jill and I wouldn't be alive today. We sat inside the boxcar staring at each other. One of the doors was open, so we could see what was going on outside. We could always shut it if we needed to, but it wouldn't be a good idea, just in case we had to get out in an emergency.

I was so bored. I started looking at my nails.

"Ew!" I exclaimed. "My nails need cleaning."

"I know what you mean," Jill smiled at me. "I noticed mine as well."

I stared out the window. All we saw were many corn fields. They didn't get plowed, and I doubt they ever will. From a distance, I saw an image of a human. Most likely a zombie. It was moving towards the train. I fear it could get us, if the train stops for any reason, while we sleep. I look up at the sky. It was a little past one or something like that. It's hard to tell without a watch. There were scattered clouds in the sky.

I hear the train horn blowing. It was a peaceful sound. Just wished it didn't attract zombies. Watching the train take a turn shows how long it is. It has to be about ten boxes ahead of us and seven boxes behind us.

The train passes a herd of bison. All of them grazing in the field. I hope that zombies don't get them. I doubt it.
I wonder where we are? What state we were in? I know it's in the northern states because we are traveling north. I only hope we are heading towards the Canadian Province of Minnesota. I can't believe Minnesota was sold to Canada only seven years ago by the United States. I was like nine then. I look at myself. I sure look younger than nine now. Thank you, George.

Seven years ago was also the time I met my friends, Andrew and Ralph, who live in Minnesota. I doubt they will even know who I was now. Me being a six-year-old girl. I stare at Jill. I can tell she is in a good mood. She is lying on the ground with her legs in the air, moving back and forth.

"What's up with you?" I asked.

Jill stops and looks at me. "Nothing," she smiles at me.

"I doubt it's nothing. I can tell you are happy."

"Well, I was thinking. We are heading north right?"

"Yes," I said, confused.

"And it's almost winter right?"

"Yes."

"And Snow falls in the winter right?"

"Yes, but why are you so happy?" It's cold during that season."

"Well, what happens to zombies when it is cold?"

I can't believe it. Jill is smarter than I thought. "You're right Jill! And I noticed the temperature has been getting colder at night." Jill's legs start moving again. I give her a hug, which isn't easy while she is laying on the ground.

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We must have stopped. All I remember was shutting the boxcar door for the night. It was pitch black in the box. What else could I do but sleep? The train was moving when we fell asleep. But since I woke up, there was a hint of sunlight coming through a crack in the door, and the train was not in motion.

"Jill," I whisper to her. "Wake up" Jill is a sound sleeper. Even as Jack, she... Or at that time he was the same way. I crawled over to her and shook her. "Jill, it's morning, and the train has stopped." I can tell Jill was not ready to wake up. While she was slowly waking up, I peeked out the door of the boxcar. It was silent. Not even a person, or zombie around.