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The train was steadily riding onward to where-ever Jorge was having us go. I really didnt know where we were going, but that didnt stop me from struggling to handle weapon after weapon. I've mastered the handgun. Simple gun, easy to use. I grabbed a machine gun earlier on. Way to heavy (I still carried it and tried to fire it). For an entire hour, I tried gun after gun, as Jorge watched me, confused yet fascinated. I laughed a few times, trying to make the moment seem more enjoyable. but the thought of San City being destroyed... seemed to bring me down a bit.

I sighed, putting down Jorge's magnum that i was practicing with. I looked at Jorge who was frowning at me. He knew I was upset. "I love you." He mouthed the words to me. I smiled and mouthed "I love you too" back.

Sitting on the train seat, I grabbed a peice of newspaper and a broken pencil from the floor. Someone left it behind apperantly. Putting the peice of newspaper on my lap, I began to write:

An angel once told me

To never let go of hope and faith

But that angel died

With a smile on her face

The City is going to die

As she did

Do I give up on hope

Or cry?

The train gave a jolt and I fell to my side, dropping the pencil and newspaper. Hitting the floor hard, I let out a small cry. I heard the train's wheels screeching, trying to stop. I heard Jorge grunting and struggling. I closed my eyes tight, expecting the worst. Was I going to die now? Was I going to die before even trying to help? Before even trying? The back compartment of the train fell off the tracks and began to drag the entire train with it. I screamed, rolling with the motion of the train. With a loud BAM the entire train toppled to its side and I let out another scream. I heard Jorge yell. Within seconds, I blacked out.

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Jorge sat up and looked at Fox. A sharp pain rang in his head and he hissed, "Evangelina.." he whispered weakly.

He slowly moved the rubble that fell on top of her.

Holding Fox in his arms, he carressed the gash on her neck, watching it slowly bleed. "Evangelina..." he whispered. Ripping the bottom half of his left pant leg, he placed the cloth on her neck, applying pressure, "I wont let anything happen to you, Evangelina. My Evangelina. My Fox. My wonderful clever Fox."

His voice weak, but he continued to talk to her. Talking, although he knew she couldnt hear him. Applying as much pressure as he could, he felt blood slowly seeping through the cloth. A tear fell from his eye. "Its all my fault. All of it. Please Fox, Please live. Please."

He saw a peice of paper near her hand. He grabbed it and read the poem written in her writting. He sighed, "Oh, Fox. Dont cry." Yet, he cried. Silent tears, until darkness took over him. The lights in the train slowly flickered off...

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I could hear an eerie silence. Yet, it wasnt silence. I could hear falling slow water, small peices of wall crumbling... everything that made silenceness. A seering pain emerged in my neck as I tried to sit up. I let out a small cry and laid back down. Opening my eyes, I saw i was laying on Jorge's lap. He was sleeping. Maybe out cold. I didnt know. I just looked up at his resting face and wanted to cry. I felt my neck and felt a peice of broken cloth placed there. Moving it, I felt dried blood. I forced myself to sit up and caught him as his body toppled over. Laying him on my lap, I saw that the peice of cloth came from his pants. He had ripped it off, to stop my bleeding. I wanted to cry. But for some reason, I felt I couldnt cry. I saw the poem I wrote in his hand. He read my poem. There was a tear drop on it. Did he cry? I held him close to my chest, feeling his light breathing. "I'll stay with you til you wake up. I'll wait for you to wake up." I said.

I looked around. The train crashed into the tunnel wall. I didnt know why it did this but it did. Maybe it hit something. Or something came at it. Confused, I looked back at Jorge and wiped the small peices of crmbled wall that was on him.

"Whats that smell?" I said to myself.

I sniffed the air. ...gas... oh my god. I looked around, seeing the side of the train was completely covered in rubble from the fallen wall and caved in. I looked at the control panel, seeing electricity spark from it. Will the train catch fire?

I didnt know what to do. To stay and see if the train will explode. Or to leave and see if it explodes. I looked at Jorge and made my desiscion. As much as my neck hurt me, I grabbed a bookbag and strapped it on my shoulder and grabbed the other and tide it to Jorge's legs. Grabbing both of his arms, I pulled him. I gave a small yelp of pain. Pulling him was causing pain in my neck, but i wasnt going to give up. i continued to drag him, pulling him out of one of the partly open train doors. "I"ll save you Jorge." I gasped, strugglnig with his weight.

I pulled him out of the train and started down the tunnel. I heard footsteps coming from all directions. Sweat pouring from my forehead, I struggled to carry him farther. He groaned a bit. I looked at him, "Jorge," I said, "Jorge, wake up please. Please." he didnt.

I whined lightly and continued to drag him. "Its coming from over there!" I heard something yell from in front of me.

Panicking, I looked for a place to go. I couldnt go back to the train, I was afraid it was going to blow up. I couldnt go forward, there were people there. Most likely those soldiers who were coming after us. But... there was no where to go. I sat on the floor, holding Jorge close to me. Within seconds, I began to pray. Praying as the steps got closer and closer to me and Jorge. I didnt know what else to do. Maybe for once, God would be on my side. Maybe for once.

God

Save Us

Pray with Us

If its them

Dont let us die

If its not them

Dont let us die

God

Help Us

Please

"I see someone!"

I held Jorge tighter. And prayed the same thing over again. I looked up and saw the same soldiers running toward us. My eyes went wide. (God... have you left us?) They stopped in front of us. "Well, well, look what we have here."

I gulped. Lowering my head, I kissed Jorge's forehead. "I"m sorry..."