The Train Generation // Bk. 1

Prologue § Chapter I

Prologue

Everything is silent. Except for the scream. The scream is very loud. Loud enough, they say, to shatter glass. The scream though, the oblivious, bloodcurdling, innocent scream came from a small child across The Tunnel. Too small, perhaps, to realize that maybe a run over teddy bear would be better than her own run over skins.

The train doesn't stop. No, it only accelerates, an action of getting blood and body smeared across the already-red tracks.

People don't mind, but I do. It pains me so much to see nobody, no one love that soul.

That soul wasn't there.

The mind, which she hadn't used before crossing The Tracks, wasn't cared about either.

Nor the heart, where blood rushed to and fro, which once beated harshly for the grey, fluffy stuffed animal.

But it's gone now, and here I am, tears stinging in the eyes.

Chapter 1

I look towards a shop I hadn't noticed before. It was dimly lit, like every other around it.

I didn't know the man behind the desk. I noticed he had dark eyes when his shot straight up to mine. His greedy smile made me want to throw up.

He worked for the Train Government.

To be honest, it's the Train § Tunnel Generation Government, but most people just call it the Train Gov.

"Hello," he practically growled. I could smell smoke and alcohol on his breath.

"Hi," I squeaked. You don't mess with the Train Gov. They do things to people. You see, they don't care, like everyone else.

"What are you looking for today, sweetheart?" He attempted to pull me closer and stroke my hair, but I yanked away.

Definitely drunk.

"Nothing from you at least." he wouldn't remember this in the morning.

"What was that?" He pulled out a knife and I ran.

I ran past the Bread Shop and the Defense Shop, faster than ever. I ran farther east, then realized I had never ventured in this part of the tracks. Sooner or later I'd be lost.

The sidewalk was damp. One wrong footing, and I would slip. How far back was the man anyway?

I look back, and he's advancing. Something catches my eye other than him; a train.

It sped past him, at one of its slower paces. The train door was open, too. "It's now or never," I guessed. I sprang up and into the empty train room, slamming the door behind me.

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He's gone, I told myself.

The room had a brown tint to it, but that was probably because it was old. It was old and rusting, probably owned by someone rich. Government trains are shiny and black.

"Nice jump." The boy surprises me so much, I let out a little yelp. He had a smooth, sexy voice, enough o make a girl faint.

"I thought this train was empty," I said.

"An I thought I complemented you," he smirked.

I glared.

"Who are you?" he asked, leaning against the wall.

"Sadie."

"No last name?"

"Last names only signify that you are the property of the government," I replied.

"You're quite a rebel," he said as I crossed my arms. "But I agree with you," he added half - heartledly.

I quickly scanned the room and saw two other doors.

"Is there a private room?" I asked. I hadn't taken a bath in days.

"You didn't ask my name."

"I won't be seeing you long enough to need it," I said and I stormed out.

The next room was the same as the previous, then I found the bathroom. The tub was rusting, but I ran the water anyway.