Day 472

The train to London took just over an hour normally.
She'd done this route so many times that by this point she had memorised the fields.
They were the only constant thing in her life and the train loved to take her past them.
Even if it never stopped there.

It hadn't stopped since she took the 11:37pm from London back home.
She remembered that night well, it had been news years eve and her friends had abandoned her.
With nobody to turn to she turned for home.
Her stop never came,it just cycled through all the others instead.

She could get off at each one but they were nothing like the ones she remembered.
Witham for example, with its' rundown station front and battered tracks that threw her about.
The first time she left train waited patiently while she stepped out for food and fresh air.
She knew she couldn't leave for long, not if she wanted to live.

There were never any people in Witham, only screams in the distance.
She still left change when she took supplies, even if it was still there when she returned.
It had been a while since she'd gotten off there, last time she saw someone past the iron fencing.
Half their face was missing and they had been tied to the bars by their own guts.

Their head turned to follow her all the while she was there.
It still does as the train pulls into the stop.
The only other place she dares to get off briefly is Kelvedon, a smallish village-type place.
Past the station it's just fields, further than the eye should ever be able to see.

They curved up at the end like old wallpaper, colour and texture fading to a greasy grey.
Eventually that same oil-slick tone seeped into the food in the station and she was left with nothing.
It was only when she began to feel faint that the train changed tracks, pulling into a new station.
It's name was Oxenhope and it was full of corpses suspended on barbed wire spiderwebs.

They all appeared to be fully dead and the train wasn't moving.
Her hunger took the best of her as she found herself moving towards the doors, opening them wide.
In dead silence she crept into the station waiting room and grabbed all the supplies she could.
Catching her breath safely back in the carriage she heard a tapping on the glass by her head.