I found myself in a rather familiar train terminal, still ignoring the phantom aches in my chest as I headed towards an unfamiliar train cart.
The arrow pointed in the direction of one much smaller than the rest here, but also much more quaint. Like something I'd see in a 20th century movie.
On my way here from the hospital, I hadn't come across anyone I knew, which likely meant they hadn't met any particularly brutal deaths.
Look, I wasn't a particularly cruel person by any measure, but it did make me slightly mad that I was the only one that had to experience that bullshit. Misery loves company and all.
Regardless of its old-timey and much smaller exterior, the cart's interior was every bit as advanced as the others. Perhaps even more so. The seats certainly felt a lot more comfortable.
In it, I came across two more cadets. One, a blue haired boy with dark eyes, and the other being a dark haired kid with bloody red eyes.
