The Zombie Train The Transport Corp

Chapter 20: A Nightmare

It was 10:43, well past my bedtime.
I climbed into my bed, warm long pajamas lent me one of the few luxuries available nowadays. I adjusted my covers, getting comfortable. My small dogs, Pepper and Sweetness, jumping up onto my bed, laying down on the sheets. The warmth of the two little bodies, as well as my own, it was almost heaven. I slowly began to drift off to sleep, a hard day's work, I earned my rest.

My mind was dark, in the mist I made out an old station. The fog making the old gas lights glow in the mist, but no one was there to view it. I stepped through the departure arch, on the platform, a PRR T-1 duplex sat on the rails. Lights on, a wave of fog surrounding the engine. Behind it, Pullman coaches as far as the eye could see. I looked closer at the lit windows, people. They were banging on the windows, trying to scream to me, but there was no sound.
It looked like hell.
The men and woman trapped in their coach. I don't know that they were going through, but they obviously didn't like it. I walked up to the door, trying the handle. It was locked. I noticed, there was no sounds, only the hiss of steam.
There was something off about this train, something didn't seem right. I turned around, viewing the station clock. It was stopped... at 11:59. I took a few stumbling steps back, this was not the place to be.
Suddenly, a ghostly man in a conductor's uniform stepped off the engine. His raspy breath the only sound. He shuffled up to me, his voice sent chills down my spine.
"We need... engineers."
His face became decrepit, he became something I knew all too well. He charged me.

I woke up, in my bed, in my house, the dogs gone. I looked around, hovering my hand over the 1903 pistol I kept on my window cill. But my attention drew to my clock radio.
The time?
11:59.