Outside the rain poured down, rivulets of water trickling along the other side of the glass. He reached up and traced a droplet's path as it wound across the side of the train. Inside, everyone was silent, an air of misery hanging over them like a stifling blanket. From the seat next to him came a quiet whimper. Murmuring softly, he stroked the young girls hair back off her sweat soaked brow. Outside the train, shadows danced among the falling beads of moisture, nearly invisible against the backdrop of rolling hills.
With a squeal of brakes, the train ground to a halt, confused commuters rushing to the windows to see what was happening.
A scream reverberated around the carriage, an ear splitting, mournful wail cut short by a sickening crunch. Barely a minute had passed before they were there, stalking past the rows of seats as people gave a last, futile effort to escape before their inevitable death at the hands of the demons. He stood up, cradling the girl in his arms, and went out into the night.
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Short Story Collection
General FictionA collection of (very) short stories that I have written covering a wide variety of genres.
