The thrum of the cargo train seemed to fill her chest as it thundered past, thickening the mist of rain that hadn't stopped for three weeks and soaking her further to the bone, not that she could feel it. She hadn't felt much for several days now and was trying not to think about it.
Nobody around her has noticed anything unusual but she knew they were dead as well, she'd just held out longer somehow. The more she thought about all their deaths, the less connected she felt to reality, the thinner the tether between her and her mundane existence seemed, the closer the swirling void seemed to be.
So it was better to take a deep (if unnecessary) breath and keep waiting for her train to arrive while remaining as alive as she could in her dull afterlife. The same breathing techniques that had managed her anxiety in life now maintained her current state better than most others.
She'd see them in the distance, gliding up into the miasmic chaos that had enveloped the sky around the same time that the rains came and the vast majority of the world immediately perished. Maybe she'd perished alongside them, after all she couldn't remember the last time she'd needed to eat or go food shopping.
She briefly wondered if the shops were still open, if people even bothered to go there without the old need to sustain a living form. As her train pulled in, already crammed with souls who were either continuing their daily journeys or simply existing within the space, she made a mental note to visit her local shops and see if there was anybody there.
Outside the train, the rains fell onto the sizzling remains of what used to live there.
And the uncaring world carried on.
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