Survivors

Everything is normal and as it should be. That is until the train director's rather rapidly and quite timid voice came over the speakers that are spread all throughout the large train. Chaos spread throughout the whole train, people trying to get to safety. Children everywhere were crying and screeching. There was pushing and shoving, arms and legs everywhere.

All of a sudden there was a deafening sound, the vibrations of the impact affecting all around, followed by the burst of light and burning flames. Within seconds everyone was dead, or barely alive. It was quiet, too quiet. The very pregnant mother in the back of the second box with a set of twins now lay on the ground covered by a large piece of steel from some unknown part of the train. Her twins lay tossed several feet away from their mother with joints and bones bent in unusual places; their chests unmoving and eyes opened in shocked despair. People were littered in the following meters of the train boxes. The only sound came from the crackling fire that was gnawing on the deceased.