20180613

Day 1,374

Rain plastered the train's windows, further obscuring the remnants of the city in the valley below. The torrential downpour did nothing to stop it from smoldering, the fires resisting as much as the wretches that barely survived it all. A city like that bred stubbornness and chaos in equal measure.

From the train it all seemed to be settling as the souls of the dead rose with the great plumes of ash and smoke, hopefully to a better place. Then the wind picked up cast them all asunder, scattering them to the farthest corners of the valley and through the train's open vents.

The passengers were either distracted or asleep and by the time they noticed the additional passengers, they were too late to do much more than pray that the dead wanted to remain as such. It would be all too easy for them to take a new body and push the fresher, weaker soul straight out.

You see, they were born from such agony, such a deep and desperate desire to survive that each faint wisp was a poltergeist in its own right. The fact that they could be seen at all is more testament to their potential for pure chaos.

And now the train was full of them - so too were the passengers lungs.

By the time the train exited the valley, the air was clear.

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