20170923

Day 1,112

The fog began at the station's exit and didn't seem to have an end. The next hundred or so miles would seem like a dream to the passengers as their view became limited to the few bushes that grew too close to the tracks for the fog to fully obscure them. All else was little more than a cotton-drenched blur.

It was during those few hours prior to this particular train hurtling up a mountain path that a landslide had occurred. The thick mist sunk itself deep into the earth and dragged it down the valley, taking the train tracks and half a small village with it.

By the time the train received the warnings they were too late. Instead of a reply, only the final screams of the conductor were heard, abruptly cut off as the engine hit the ledge below, crushed by the weight of the passenger carriers.

The sole survivors were three complete strangers who'd been dozing in the final carriage. Bruised as they were, they all managed to crawl through a broken window and out into a world that seemingly consisted of little more than dirt, broken metal and scattered corpses.

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