Chapter Three - The Nightmare Begins
Dan and Lobo climbed aboard the train. The car they were in was pretty dark,
and many things were knocked over. There didn't seem to be anyone, living or dead, in
the car. Lobo noticed a door at the end of the cart and tried to open it.
"It's locked." Lobo grunted. Dan then noticed another door on the other end of
the car.
"How about that one?" he asked, pointing at the door. Lobo went over to it, and it
opened. Lobo signaled to Dan to fallow him. This cart wasn't nearly as dark as the last
one.
"Hello? Is anybody here? My name is Lobo, and this is Dan!" Lobo called. They
didn't get a response from anywhere. So they continued to walk down the cart, and what
they saw shocked them.
It was Juan. The warthog who came to their village to sell turnips every Sunday.
Only, there was something different about her. Some of he flesh looked like it was eaten
off. Her eyes were pale. She sat motionless.
"Oh my God..." Dan covered his mouth with his hand.
"She's... she's dead." said Lobo, "But I guess you could expect that from a train
crash."
"Maybe, but rotting flesh? What the hell did that to her?" Dan asked. Just then,
Juan got up. But wasn't she dead? Juan looked at Lobo with her pale eyes, and tried to
grab him, but Lobo backed away.
"What the hell?!" Lobo yelled as he jumped back. From behind them, what
looked like a pig and another human were coming. And they sure looked dead.
"What the hell is happening?!" Dan screamed. Juan tried to grab Lobo, and
succeeded this time, and bit into his neck. Lobo screamed and shoved her off him. He
noticed a gun laying next an empty seat, and grabbed it.
"Perfect."
He fired a few bullets at the human and pig, until they dropped to the ground. He
then turned around and blasted one bullet right into Juan's head, making it explode.
"What just happened? I thought they were dead." said Dan, wiping some sweat
off his forehead.
"That's what I thought." Lobo replied to him, "Well... I guess there's no backing
out now."
"Yeah, we have got to find out what happened." Dan said, looking at the dead
body of the human. Lobo noticed another pistol and gave it to Dan.
"I think you might be needing this." Lobo said, after handing it to him.
"You think?" Dan rolled his eyes.
Dan and Lobo climbed aboard the train. The car they were in was pretty dark,
and many things were knocked over. There didn't seem to be anyone, living or dead, in
the car. Lobo noticed a door at the end of the cart and tried to open it.
"It's locked." Lobo grunted. Dan then noticed another door on the other end of
the car.
"How about that one?" he asked, pointing at the door. Lobo went over to it, and it
opened. Lobo signaled to Dan to fallow him. This cart wasn't nearly as dark as the last
one.
"Hello? Is anybody here? My name is Lobo, and this is Dan!" Lobo called. They
didn't get a response from anywhere. So they continued to walk down the cart, and what
they saw shocked them.
It was Juan. The warthog who came to their village to sell turnips every Sunday.
Only, there was something different about her. Some of he flesh looked like it was eaten
off. Her eyes were pale. She sat motionless.
"Oh my God..." Dan covered his mouth with his hand.
"She's... she's dead." said Lobo, "But I guess you could expect that from a train
crash."
"Maybe, but rotting flesh? What the hell did that to her?" Dan asked. Just then,
Juan got up. But wasn't she dead? Juan looked at Lobo with her pale eyes, and tried to
grab him, but Lobo backed away.
"What the hell?!" Lobo yelled as he jumped back. From behind them, what
looked like a pig and another human were coming. And they sure looked dead.
"What the hell is happening?!" Dan screamed. Juan tried to grab Lobo, and
succeeded this time, and bit into his neck. Lobo screamed and shoved her off him. He
noticed a gun laying next an empty seat, and grabbed it.
"Perfect."
He fired a few bullets at the human and pig, until they dropped to the ground. He
then turned around and blasted one bullet right into Juan's head, making it explode.
"What just happened? I thought they were dead." said Dan, wiping some sweat
off his forehead.
"That's what I thought." Lobo replied to him, "Well... I guess there's no backing
out now."
"Yeah, we have got to find out what happened." Dan said, looking at the dead
body of the human. Lobo noticed another pistol and gave it to Dan.
"I think you might be needing this." Lobo said, after handing it to him.
"You think?" Dan rolled his eyes.