Ride to Nowhere

Chap. 2

(Sawyer's POV)

I woke up on a bed my head throbbing horribly. As soon as my vision cleared I assessed my surroundings.

The room was possibly the fanciest room I had ever been in. Even before the apocalypse had happened, my house was cheap and rundown. After all how could my mother pay for nice things when she could barely afford the house we lived in.

Beautiful paintings adorned the crisp white walls, and though the room was small and the queen sized bed took up most of the area, the room still managed to have enough room for a small closet, wardrobe, and two bed side tables. And there was still enough space to move around freely.

I slid off the bed and onto the plush carpet and was surprised to feel a faint tremor under my feet.

I rushed to the window and threw open the golden curtains. A mixture of trees and sky blurred together into one marvelous color, leading me to realize that I was on a train.

I needed to find my way out. Which means I'm going to have to leave the safety of the lavish room I had woken up in. Although something about this place seemed safe, and comforting; I couldn't trust that it was in any way safe. There could be zombies stumbling their way around the train trying to find a new victim to try and kill.

I reached for my knife and much to my surprise it had been taken, as was my gun.

I went around the room trying to find some object I could try to use in my defense. To my great frustration, everything had been bolted down securely, and wasn't available to use as a weapon.

While I would much rather stay in the room, I knew I would have to find a source of food. And to do that I would have to go face whatever was out there.

I slowly opened the door and was surprised to find the room completely void of any dangerous creatures.

As I travelled on I began to realize the train was completely empty. Outside of my room I was met with a small living room and a tiny kitchenette. I looked through the cupboards and found then fully stocked with food.

Okay so whoever put me here obviously doesn't want me to die. I thought to myself.

I reached a door at the end of the hall and I silently crept into the room.

The room had a giant window that went all the way around to the sides. There were two seats facing the window, with their backs to me. While I would think it would be the driver seat, but there were absolutely no controls. Before I could look around more, a dark screen appeared on the window blocking the train tracks from my view.

The screen flickered for a moment and a video of a middle aged, balding man in a lab coat appeared.

"Greetings, Sawyer Mae Parks." The man welcomed in an English accent.

"How the hell do you know my name?" I questioned through gritted teeth. 

"Language, Sawyer. It is not becoming of a proper young lady." The unknown man chided, to my chagrin. It's been less than two minutes and I've already been scolded by some uptight English prick.

I crossed my arms and glared at him,"Last I checked I wasn't trying to act like a young lady."

"Oh, yes of course. I forgot that I was dealing with a rebellious girl filled with teenage angst." The man replied calmly. I clenched my fists at his annoying and uptight attitude.