The Only Train

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: May 11, 2017

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Submitted: May 11, 2017

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THE ONLY TRAIN

 

Bursting through the torrid rain, BANGLOW the antique train reached CUJA, the impossible height of 16671 ft becoming the only train to do so. CATHY, aged 19, white as milk, her red hair put roses to shame, who was the only passenger stepped down in her school uniform and started walking towards her home.

With no umbrella, she protected her head with the schoolbag. Not a single soul in the streets. Leaves were scattered everywhere, streets were getting filled with water.

Cathy walked past an abandoned building which had a big board reading “GET OUT, HAZARDOUS AREA”. It appeared to be closed for years.

“Where is everyone?” She said to herself. Every building she walked past by had the same board, and in similar condition. She was gravely worried, what could have gone so wrong in one year she thought. With a worried face, she started running towards her home. Half way through she tripped over a tree root, and fell head first, she stood back up without a scratch. She continued running.

She soon reached her apartment. Only to witness it completely massacred. Windows and Doors all broken, top half of the building missing as if someone had dropped a bomb nearby. With a broken heart, she entered her apartment. Mud everywhere, the rain didn’t help the cause. The walls were damp with fungus all over. She noticed a photo frame on the floor. She picked it up and cleaned it. The Picture was of her mother, father and brother. She started crying. She sat on the dirty floor ruining her clothes and kept crying, almost to the verge of passing out.

She finally stopped crying, with a determination to find answers she headed out. She was hungry, so she started walking towards the local diner. When she reached, she noticed it looked in better condition than most building perhaps because it was on the outskirts. She entered the diner with high hopes. But no luck, nobody was present there either. But she heard a noise which really spooked her. “GOOD MORNING PEOPLE OF CUJA, ARE YOU HAVING A NICE…” The voice ended abruptly. Cathy stared looking for the source. “Hello, is anybody here?” She asked but no response. The voice returned back again “GOOD MORNING PEOPLE OF CUJA, ARE YOU HAVING A NICE…” and ends abruptly again. Anxious, Cathy jumped over the counter and headed to the kitchen. She thought voice might have been coming from the kitchen. She entered the Kitchen, and to her surprise it was the cleanest thing she had seen in the city. She noticed a broken radio beside the flat iron grill. She picked up the radio. The voice returned “GOOD MORNING PEOPLE OF CUJA, ARE YOU HAVING A NICE…” and ended abruptly again. Angered she smashed the radio on the floor. She was really hungry so she started lurking around the kitchen looking for some food. Finding nothing in the kitchen, she entered the cold storage. Finally some luck, she found few sealed packs of frozen meat. She turned the packet around to check the date it was last date before expiration.

She jumped back in the kitchen, and started trying to switch the fire on the iron grill. She struggles with for a long time, before finally being able to start it open. She threw the meat and let it sizzle. As soon as it was half done, she took it off and started eating. That half cooked meal was the most satisfying thing she had ever eaten.

She headed out looking for any answer she could get. She walked around the city, finding nothing but loneliness. Finally she found a phone booth and rushed over. She put in a coin and dialed a number. It rang twice, and appeared someone picked up. “Hello, can you tell what happened to the city of CUJA”. No answer came from the other line. “Hello, Can you hear me?” yet no answer. She continued screaming “HELLO? HELLO? HELLO?” no answer. She threw the phone in disgust and was just about to leave, when she heard a muffled voice. With little hope she picked up the phone, the refined voice “The number you have dialed doesn’t exist.” She dialed another number, it didn’t ring. The refine voice returned “The number you have dialed doesn’t exist.” She smashed the phone of the floor and stormed out.

She started walking on the street again, all alone. The rain had finally stopped. She walked past a shop, she stopped and stepped back to confirm if she had actually seen a shadow of another man. And indeed she did. A shadow lurked around a building, joyfully she rushed inside. To the far end of the shop, she noticed a lady she ran to her tapped on her shoulder “Hello ma’am could you help me” no answer, Cathy turned it around to realize it was a mannequin. She slowly backed away and left the shop.

She decided to visit her school. When she reached there a part of her died to witness half the school blown away. Nothing left of it. But she entered anyway. She walked past the hallway remembering the old time, the happy times. She walked past the classrooms. All empty. She finally moved out to the ground.

When she reached the ground, it astonished her. She witnessed the largest memorial stone. It read “To the brave souls, we shall always remember you” With thousand names engraved in them. She started reading some of those names. Some names she knew, some names she didn’t. JUNE, her best friend. ADAMS, her first kiss. Every name she recognized triggered some memory, some good, and some bad. TED her uncle who sexually abused her. RAY, the guy she hooked up with. CARA, the girl she “experimented” with ROBIN, her mother. TRENT, her father. THEO, her brother. Finally she read her own name, which brought back all the memories together.

AUG 6th 2045, CATHY and CARA were kissing and fooling around in an abandoned classroom. When the first bomb dropped which disrupted everything. Both CATHY and CARA rushed to the ground to witness blood everywhere, bodies everywhere. Cathy looked up and noticed second bombing coming their way, she grabbed CARA by the wrist and kissed her. The second bomb dropped killing everyone.

Remembering everything she started crying, realizing what had happened. But she finally stopped, got herself together. She walked all the way back to the station and sat waiting for the train. THE ONLY TRAIN. 

Word Count: 1084.



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