It was the day before it all went wrong. Mark had decided to take the train and visit his friend from another country. He had said goodbye to his family, his girlfriend and a few of his friends, but ever since that day he regretted that he did not say it propperly.
While on the train, after 8 hours of traveling he dozed off. He woke up to the sound of screeching metal and people screaming. In a hectic minute which seemed like seconds, everything changed. People started dropping to the ground or sliding of their seats with no warning, dead. The train accelerated and then. All black.
The next day Mark woke up alone surrounded by corpses. Some spiked by glass, on broken metal bars or loose objects, others just looked like they were asleep, though they would never wake up.
He stood up slowly, mental-checking his body for anything that would hurt; broken bones, bruises, cuts, but nothing seemed to be wrong. He straightened up and looked around. The windows where shattered, and the train was apparently tipped on the side.
Is there anyone alive in here? Hello?
Noone answered and he had to move on. He looked through the baggage that was scattered all around and found his own trunk. He pulled out some clothes which he thought would be necessary. He also found his Che Guevera cap, his sunglasses and his scarf. He rumbled through his backpack, tossing away a few things, among these his trainticket, and repacked the food and drinks he had with him along with his clothes. He found his hardcase with the guitar in and opened it.
I won't leave you behind, not unless I have to
a weak smile spread as he stood up.
After he had scavenge what food and water he could find, he climbed out of the train. As he stood up on top of it, he gasped.
They had collided with another train, which had been knocked off the track and torpedoed a nearby house. After a moment of recovering he looked up at the sky and the beating sun. He took off his shirt and threw on his sunglasses, his scarf and his cap. He lowered himself down to the ground with the guitar and the backpack on his back and started walking to the nearest town. The sight there did not ease his mind; It was like noone had ever lived there. All the streets were empty and no stores were open.
He found a hunting-shop where he acquired a map and a compas. He also took an edged knife, just to be sure. He replaced his backpack with a shouldersack which was easier to carry. After a couple of minutes he knew where he had to go. He was far away from home, and the closest person he knew was the one he wanted to visit. He drew a track through the map and went to the southern exit of the town.
Only one way to go then. Bye bye Mark, hello Arunak
He had walked for hours when he found a military base near a deserted highway. An idea came to his mind, and he hurried over there, leaving his things behind a bush.
If no one was around, then they wouldn't mind if he took some supplies. He found the storage room, packed with clothes, bags and boots. He kicked off his All-Stars and took a pair of size 11 army boots. He knew they would be hotter to walk in, but also more comfortable. He found a large backpack and a belt with pockets and holsters. He threw a pair of size 8 into the backpack, thinking that his friend could use them.
It took him a little while to locate the ammo storage, but as he did, he found something else; a big black dog. He quickly drew the knife behind his back, and was ready for anything, but the dog didn't move. It just cowered and wimped. He felt sorry for the creature and went back to find two helmets. When he returned, he poured water in one of them, and broke a sandwich in pieces in the other one. The dog slowly came closer as it sensed the food.
Arunak let the dog eat as he found his own supplies; another knife, a small packable shovel. He found the weapon case and slammed on the paddlelock until it broke off. here he took an M16 rifle, a handgun and a bunch of ammo clips. He also took some flares, not knowing what he would really need later on.
As he went out, the dog followed him. Arunak patted the dog on the head, and set out to find the food storage, which he found rather swiftly. With his new furry companion, he took a large supply for the long trip;
dehydrated food that could last for months if not years, sugar packs and 4 canteens.
He filled the canteens with water and went back to repack his things once again, and from then on it was just straight to his friend.
Arunak and Mike (which he named the dog after a couple of minutes) rested under the stars close to the border. Mike proved useful as a wild dog attacked them while they were asleep. Mike broke the neck of the other dog, but was so badly injured that he died seconds later.
With a bowed head, Arunak went to find the shovel, to bury his lost friend, he was all alone yet again.
The next day, day two after the accident, around noon he finally found the town he was looking for. Walking slowly into it with the rifle at his shoulder, and the finger next to the trigger, he yelled
Hello? Are there any survivors?
He stopped, took off his sunglasses which he threw in a side-pocket in his belt, and looked around. Again, the town seemed abandoned. He took a sip of water and went on, scouting the town