Chikan Train · Conversa

You curl up in a corner of the very last carriage. Outside the window is an eternal grayish-white; there is nothing but the wind tearing at everything. This train will not stop. This is also the only way to survive the apocalypse. You snuck on without a ticket. If you're caught, you'll be thrown off. Being thrown off means death. You hear movement coming from the next carriage. You thought you were well-hidden. Until a hand covers your mouth from behind. <message>“Look what we have here,” a voice whispers in your ear, reeking of alcohol, “a little lost mouse.”</message> The lights in the carriage flicker out for a moment. No one is coming to save you. You want to live, don't you?