A/N: Gotta love having multiple chapters in a set amount of time. Trying to really get this story off the ground is a lot of work, but considering all the variables that I can play with to make it something good makes it a whole lot easier.

We're getting closer to the real horror soon, and hopefully Ethan can keep his wits about him long enough to survive the first night against Umbrella's 'pets'.

Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil

Chapter 7:

"Adversity makes men, prosperity makes monsters." - Victor Hugo

July 23, 1998 (Ecliptic Express)

A lot could be said when it comes to knowledge. Some say that it means power, others a poison. It all depends on how one uses it when faced with certain odds. But nothing can prepare someone when things really start to go to hell.

Ethan thought of this as he put the tattered jacket from the dead conductor Rebecca had found over Edward's body. Ever since coming to this universe, he had become good friends with everyone at STARS. They were brothers in arms, and he had come to trust and respect them the more he had gotten to know them all.

And the guilt he had been feeling looking down at the fallen member of Bravo Team was justified. Thinking about all the ways he could have gone about making sure that this didn't happen.

He steeled his resolve, what's done is done and nothing was going to change it now. Shoving down his grief, he turned to the other two as they stood a ways off.

Rebecca leaned against the nearby wall collecting herself after she made sure that their friend didn't come back as an undead freak of nature. Ethan knew that it wasn't easy for her, but she was keeping her self together rather well in their current predicament.

Billy was looking over the two undead dogs the two of them had put down. Shaking his head in what looked to be disgust at how the creatures looked and how they came to be what they were.

After making sure Edward wouldn't come back, brief introductions had been tossed around before they had a small memorial service for the man. There was still mistrust between Billy and Rebecca, but the medic was more than trusting of her fellow rookie and his decision to let the prisoner come along with them.

Kneeling down by the dead mechanic, the traveler went through his belt and rig. His weapon was missing, but he still had his knife, two full clips of 9mm ammo and his radio. Placing a hand on his covered head in silent prayer before standing back up.

"We need to get moving," he said tossing the radio and one of the clips to Billy who caught them, passing the other to Rebecca as he drew his pistol. "The longer we stick around, the longer it'll take for more of those things to show up."

Getting nods from the other two, they started to get moving when Ethan and Rebecca's radios beeped loudly. Enrico's voice could be heard over the ocean of static, "...you copy?...more information on...Coen..."

'Day late and a dollar short on that one.' the profiler thought to himself as he pulled the device from his belt and held to his face. "Enrico, your breaking up." he said moving to the window hoping for better reception.

"...institutionalized...killed at least...twenty-three people...careful..." came the Captain's words. Billy looked uncomfortable hearing the charges against him spoken over the radio waves. Another wave of static passed and the line cut out completely.

"Captain! STARS Bravo, do you copy?" Rebecca said into her own radio and got nothing. They gave up and put the devices away. "We need to get back to the chopper, find the others and report what we have found."

Ethan sent a look Billy's way, "I don't think the others will be as welcome to our guest as we have been. But having backup and coming up with a plan seems better than wandering aimlessly through this death trap."

The ex-Lieutenant looked uncomfortable at the thought of more cops, but even he had to agree with there being strength in numbers. Considering everything that they had seen and encountered thus far. "Alright, but I'm not putting bracelets back on my wrists." he said as they started moving.

Going through the passenger car and past the still dead bodies back toward the cabin where they first got on. Rebecca reached for the door handle and pulled on it, but nothing happened. "What the..." she tried again but the door remained seal. "Dammit. It must have locked behind us. Maybe there's another way off?"

A loud crash resounded from up the stairs behind them, their guns aimed at the ceiling as the sounds of heavy footsteps echoed through the small compartment. Slow and even, then they just cut off suddenly.

"What the fuck was that?" Billy wondered peering around the banister to the stairs and toward the curve that led farther upward. "These stairs lead to the dining room, and it was empty when I first got here."

"Not anymore." Ethan said pressing his foot on the first step. "I'll go check it out, you two try to get the door open." Rebecca looked to want to say something when he stopped her first, "I think it's better that we deal with any threats before the come back to bite us in the ass...literally."

The medic stepped down from her argument, but the look of worry in her eyes was still present that touched the traveler knowing that she cared so much. "Just be careful, okay?" she said trying not to sound too worried.

"I'll be fine, Becs. Just make sure nothing comes up after me." he replied as he turned to the stairs and went up the remaining steps slowly. Beretta in hand as he turned the corner and approached the lone door at the top. With the barrel of his gun leading, he opened the door and stepped into the darkened car beyond.

Back in the compartment, Rebecca sighed before turning back to the door. Taking out the key she had found on the dead conductor and seeing if that would help get the door open. Billy looked from the stairs toward the young medic. "He knows how to take charge in a situation, doesn't he?" he commented.

The younger rookie nodded, silently cursing when the key had no effect whatsoever. "You two an item, or something?" the soldier asked.

The question catching Rebecca off guard and causing her face and neck to redden. "I'm not talking about our personal life with someone we've just met." she said stiffly before observing the small room for anything useful.

Billy caught the change in her quickly and smirked, "If you say so, little girl."

She spun around and pointed at his face threateningly. "Don't call me little girl." she seethed. Even though Ethan trusted him after doing his little trick during their interrogation, she still had her doubts regardless.

Holding up his hands, the soldier leaned back against the wall as they fell back into silence. Though that didn't last long when they heard a loud Bang! from overhead. Two more followed along with an inhuman shriek pierced the night snapping the two out of their stupor before running up the steps with weapons drawn.

X

Stepping into the dining room of the train, Ethan was greeted with a thin, acrid haze of smoke. The low flicker of fire made shadows dance along the walls of the once beautiful car, much like the rest of the train before this nightmare happened.

Boots crunching on broken shards of glass as he moved in farther into the dark room. Past the small bar on his right while his eyes were firmly locked on the lone figure seated at the table close to the back. A small oil lamp was smashed open at the base of the table and the linen covering it had caught fire.

"You know...that's a convincing disguise." He said just loud enough to hear, holstering his Samurai Edge and reaching for his secondary weapon. "But a real human being doesn't stay so perfectly still like that. And that smell? It's pretty obvious that you're not human."

The 'man' remained motionless, the fire on the floor crackled softly. Ethan drew the Colt Anaconda, cocking the hammer back as he took aim at the individual. "Tell your master that he's in for a world of shit. And here's the first stone to be cast."

The heavy magnum registered loudly through the dining car, the recoil kicking back hard but the teen managed to keep his aim steady while making sure it didn't fly out of his hands.

A wet splatter followed the gunshot as the head of the sitting man exploded like a water balloon. Slime, blood and chunks of blackened flesh splashed across the walls and table tops before the body collapsed in on itself. Coming apart at the seams revealing a colony of hundreds of leeches the size of a man's fist that fell into a pile on the floor.

The creatures slithered along one another making a chorus of chittering sounds as they came together. Melding into one another and forming into a large mass that steadily grew in height until they became the very same 'man' that had been seated at the table. Clothes and all, though they had a slight sheen to them that looked unnatural.

Standing on either end of the car, the creature(s) cocked its arm back as though it were going to throw a baseball. Ethan didn't even give it a chance and fired a second shot, then a third. The heavy slugs tearing a fist-sized holes through the thing's chest. Sending chunks of dead leeches blasting across the room behind it while the mutant slugs screamed as one being, sounding like the shriek of the damned as the makeshift body staggered back.

The door to the dining car slammed open, Rebecca and Billy stormed the room weapons drawn and saw the abomination as it reformed itself. "What the hell is that?!" the medic screamed in obvious horror as the thing began staggering their way again.

Ethan gripped his weapon tightly, aiming down the sights as he targeted its head. Bang! The head exploded like it did before, the body collapsing into a pile of leeches on the floor that started to slither they're way faster than the average slug.

Quickly switching back to his Beretta, the profiler flicked the fire-selector to burst-fire and pulled the trigger. The three-round bursts tore through the small creatures like wet paper, Billy and Rebecca adding their own gunfire to the assault and keeping the oncoming colony at bay.

Their clips ran dry after a while just as a strange, high singing drifted through the broken windows over the rain. The leeches suddenly stopped. Changing their course and began slipping along the floor, up the wall and out the windows out into the storming night.

Reloading, Ethan approached the windows. Being sure to step on as many of the leeches as he could along the way as he looked out toward the source of the singing. The other two coming up beside him as lightning flashed overhead, illuminating a lone male-figure standing on a low hill not too far away. His hands raised like a gesture of welcome, voice a sweet soprano, rich and strong with a hint of latin in it.

All around his feet was a black slithering lake which turned out to be even more leeches. Hundreds, maybe even thousands, swarming around his feet as though he were their god and them his subjects. They slithered up his legs and disappeared under his long robe-like coat, his voice completely unhindered as he continued to call to them.

"Jesus Christ...are you seeing this?" said Billy not believing what he was seeing.

Rebecca swallowed and grimaced in disgust at the sight, Ethan just narrowed his eyes at the figure that was controlling the creatures. The very same one responsible for the virus being let loose in Umbrella's facilities here in the Arklay Forest.

The train suddenly lurched, the sounds of mechanics kicking on as the floor vibrated through their feet as the transport started moving. Slowly at first, but quickly began to pick up speed with each passing second.

"Do we have a plan?" Rebecca asked as the trees outside the cabin began to fly by faster and faster.

"We stop this train." Ethan said clicking his Samurai Edge back to semi-auto. "We'll have to split up, we'll cover more ground and hopefully find a way off this thing. The door leading to the engine room is locked, looked like it needed a magnetic keycard to open."

"There was a conductors office close by, the key could be there." said Billy.

Rebecca perked up, fishing out the key she had pulled from the dead conductor and reading the tag that had been on it. "I think this might go to it, the keycard we need is probably in there. I'll search the front."

"I'll take the second floor," The traveler added before turning to the soldier, "That leaves the rear of the train to you. We search for ten minutes, then meet back in the compartment where we stepped on. Everyone one good on ammo?" The other two nodded, "Alright then, let's get to it. And stay out of trouble."

Being closest to the door, Billy left first and began to make his way to the back of the train. Rebecca went to go next when she felt a hand grab her wrist. She turned back to Ethan and gasped when she felt his lips press against hers.

He leaned back after a few moments and smiled at her, "For luck." he whispered at her blushing face. She smiled, stroking his cheek before readying her weapon and following the same path as the ex-Lieutenant.

When the door closed behind her, Ethan took a few moments to look over the small dining car before turning to the door next to the bar, it was locked, but a swift kick fixed the problem quickly.

Inside was a small service cabin with a whole in the ceiling in the corner, rain pouring down through the opening and soaking the floor. He looked around briefly, finding a green herb in a pot on his right. Approaching it, he pulled off all the leaves and stuffed them in an open pouch on his belt before staring up at the hole in the ceiling.

Holstering his weapon, he used the nearby shelf as leverage to bring him high enough to grab the edges of the hole. Pulling himself out on to the trains roof in the pouring rain.

The wind whipped past with the speed of the transport, Ethan kept himself crouched down to avoid being thrown off as he approached a power control box that was shooting sparks from a damaged cable. 'We're gonna need this.' he thought as he grabbed the two halves of cable, being sure not to touch the frayed wires as he connected them.

When the lights switched from red to green on the box, he spun around and dropped back in through the hole just as a transparent slime started to form around the wires and made his way back to the small dining room. Taking the stairs back down to the first floor and heading toward the front half of the train.

Passing through the doors leading to the passenger car and taking the flight of stairs back up to the second level. A smell hitting him before he even made it to the door at the top fo the steps. It was like sea water mixed with rot, something that made his nose burn as he pulled the door open.

Following the small corridor before him and taking the immediate right, he paused. The source of the smell was right in front of him.

A few meters ahead, from ceiling to floor, the corner of the landing to his left was webbed with what appeared to be hundreds of empty egg sacs. Resembling a spider's nest that Clive Barker would have balked at.

Not seeing anything threatening, the teen skirted his way around the wall sconce and began checking the private cabins on the wall next to it. The first one had nothing important, save for a silver ring that had and unusual design etched into it.

Ethan slipped the 'ring-key' into his front pocket knowing what it was used for before going back out into the corridor and checking the second room. A small grin spreading across his face as he scooped up the double-barrel, over-under hunting shotgun already loaded with two 12-gauge shells.

Laying the weapon on the nearby bed, he went through the rest of the room and managed to find a box filled with shells and stuffed them into his stachel. "This should help with the odds." he said to himself while slipping the shotgun into the large holster on the back of his vest and leaving the cabin feeling just a little heavier from the new addition.

He paused at the threshold as he looked at the last door at the far end of the hallway. Debating on whether or not to go through the door with what was going to be inside the moment he stepped into the room beyond.

'Gotta think about this. If I go in there I'll have to face the freak that'll drop in solo. But if I don't...whose to say it won't come crashing in somewhere else?' Ethan weighed his options carefully before holstering his Samurai Edge and drew his newly acquired shotgun as he headed toward the end.

"Wonder how Rebecca and Billy are doing."

X

A sigh of frustration escaped the young medic as she attempted to open the small briefcase she had found in the conductor's office. It was light weight and didn't seem that interesting. But the lock on it was unique, two small indentations on either side meaning that there must have been two keys to open it.

So whatever was in it must have been important to require two separate means of unlocking it. Like maybe a keycard for the engine car.

Glaring at the leather case knowing she couldn't open it without the keys. Rebecca turned to the rest of the room and continued to look around for anything useful. Finding two herbs growing in the windowsill, one red and one green.

She took the time to peel the leaves off of each plant and stashed them in a compartment in her medical kit. She'd take the time to grind them up and refine them with her supplies later. Her knowledge of herbs like these telling her that having them would prove to be very helpful later on.

After spending another minute looking around and not coming up with anything else. She grabbed the briefcase and headed off to meet up with Ethan and Billy. Sliding the door open and looking up only to scream in surprise.

The conductor she had taken the key from earlier now stood in the threshold, skin grey and torn with milky white eyes. A groan of hunger emitting from his throat as he began staggering into the room after her.

Rebecca stumbled back, dropping the briefcase on the floor as she quickly drew her Beretta. Wasting no time in aiming for the infected's head and pulling the trigger. The following gunshot was coupled with the sound of the back of the zombie's head exploding out like a fountain. Spreading blood and grey matter across the windows behind him.

The body slumped to the floor without a fight, the young medic slowly lowered her weapon and took a deep breath to calm her nerves. She defiantly wasn't used to this, there wasn't suppose to be such things as zombies and monsters. But the last hour had proven her very wrong on several fronts.

She was glad Ethan was there with her. Billy too to a much smaller degree. At least she wasn't alone in this and it was enough to keep her going and sane through this nightmare.

Picking up the case she had dropped and stepping over the body, Rebecca made her way to the car she had agreed to meet up with the others in. All the while keeping her guard up for any more unpleasant surprises.

X

Billy's handgun registered once, the bullet piercing through the undead dog's forehead and sending its body crashing to the floor in mid-leap. The rear-car of the train rattled along the tracks, the various crates and supplies stored there banging around with each movement filling the silence as he lowered the smoking barrel.

So far he hadn't come up with anything they could use to stop this ride from hell. Though he managed to find a box of 9mm rounds in one of the nearby crates and some strange gold ring that had been on the ground with wierd markings on it but nothing else.

Moving to the back of the car and out on to the back platform and was drenched from the pouring rain. Looking around, his eyes widened when he caught sight of panel labeled 'Emergency Break Line'. "Now we're getting somewhere." he said tapping a few keys on the panel and trying the lever.

But the controls were out of power making him kick them in frustration, "Shit, now what?" he wondered looking around for any other options. Finding nothing he went back into the rear-car and began making his way to the rendezvous point they had agreed upon.

Mildly surprised to find that one of the doors that had been locked slid open automatically as he approached. 'Power must have been restored to this car.' he thought as he continued onward. Reaching the designated location and finding Rebecca already waiting. "Find anything?" he asked when she turned to face him.

She held up the briefcase she had found, "I'm pretty sure that this might have what we're looking for. Though it looks like it needs two keys to open. How bout you? Anything?"

Billy pointed over his shoulder, "There's an emergency break line in the rear-car. But there's no power flowing through it." he reached into his pocket and took out the gold ring he had found. "Got this too, it seemed a bit odd and could be useful somewhere."

Rebecca looked at the ring oddly before looking at the indentations on the briefcase in her hands. "Wait a minute." She set the case down on a nearby table and took the ring from Billy's hand. Rolling it in her fingers until she found the indentations that matched one of the locks before slipping it into place.

It was a perfect fit.

"We need two of these to open this. I gotta say it's a very interesting lock to need this kind of way of opening it." said the medic putting her hands on her hips as she looked the leather case over.

The ex-Lieutenant looked around them briefly, "Any idea where Ethan is?" he asked not seeing the profiler anywhere.

Checking her watch, Rebecca saw that only half the time had lapsed since they had separated. "There's still another five minutes...he's probably tied up with something." she said while trying to keep the concern out of her tone. Reminding herself that Ethan was strong and smart, if he ran into trouble she knew that he could find a way out of it.

X

The lounge car was defiantly for those of the rich and famous variety...or at least people working for a pharmaceutical conglomerate with a sketchy side hobby.

A polished wooden bar to the right, well stocked with an array of different kinds of alcohol that would obliterate any AA gathering across the US. Small, elegant tables lined both walls leaving the wide, expensively carpeted floor open beneath low-hanging chandeliers.

There were no blood or bodies present meaning that no one was killed here...yet.

Holding the shotgun firmly in his grasp, Ethan slowly made his way through the room. Eyes shifting from his front to the ceiling every few seconds with each step he took expecting the roof to cave in at any second.

He reached the other side in seconds, though it felt like minutes as he looked around the backend of the lounge. The only other way out locked tight, but he found another box of shotgun shells on a table in the corner.

The spare ammo was halfway into his pack when something huge crashed into the roof. Ethan had the shotgun up and aimed at the ceiling as one of the chandeliers snapped off its chain and smashed on the floor as the roof indented. The train rocked on the rails from the impact making him stagger for a moment.

Catching his footing, the traveler looked back up as two pincers stabbed through the reinforced ceiling. Both opened slowly causing the metal to screech loudly as they expanded, revealing sharp serrated edges within.

The claws continued to move, tearing an opening in the ceiling the size of a valvo and allowing the owner to drop into the cabin blocking the only means of escape.

Ethan felt his gut tighten into knots as his grip on the shotgun tightened. As expected, a scorpion the size of a small car stood in the torrent of rain that was coming through the opening. The claws alone were the size of the bed of his truck, the tail twice the length of its body with a bloated stinger the size of his head.

Emitting a sound like an overheated engine, the creature rose up on its legs. Small claws stabbing into the carpet as it took a few slow steps forward, coming out of the wet haze like a bad dream come alive.

The teen shouldered his weapon and took aim, targeting the scorpion's low-flat head as it opened and closed its pincers while continuing to move forward. It took a few seconds with all the movement that the train was doing, but when he had it he pulled the trigger without thinking twice.

Boom! The weapon jolted in his hands almost painfully, but it was worth it when he saw a section of the creature's plated skull erupt with thick white fluid. A screech of agony pierced the air as the scorpion scrambled back several steps.

He squeezed the second round while the thing was moving, blasting a piece of the carapace on its back away making the horrible noise it was making even louder. Breaking the weapon open sending the spent shells flying, he quickly fished out two more and slapped them in and closed it back up just as the scorpion reared back and charged forward.

Ethan followed the things movements, unable to get a good enough target with it and the train moving so much. He focused harder, watching everything happening very closely and calculating a way to take it down.

'Moving too quickly to get a good enough target. Head's being covered by its armored claws. Need to slow it down and cripple it.' reaiming, he fired the shotgun. The blast tearing through one of the creature's six legs, blowing the joint apart and sending it crashing to the floor.

The scorpion screeched in agony and flailed its arms, more fluid spraying from the severed limb all over. But in doing so, the monster exposed its head and allowing Ethan to fire the second shot right into its dark ugly face.

Chunks of carapace and fluid splashed through the air and the creature slumped to the ground. Pincers still twitching meaning it was still breathing.

Reloading the shotgun, Ethan slipped it into the holster over his shoulder and drew his revolver. "I fucking hate bugs." he said raising the weapon and firing the last two slugs into what was left of the monster's head. The tail and pincers fell to the ground as it died, the smell of it was like a combination of dirt and hot sour grease that filled the air.

Dumping the spent casings from the Anaconda on the floor, he took out one of the speed loaders and loaded them in. Snapping it shut again, he put it back in its place before drawing his Beretta again. Casting one last look at the oversized insect before making his way back the way he had come from before.

Going down the stairs and turning into the same car where Rebecca and Billy were waiting for him. "What kept you?" asked the soldier as he stepped inside.

"This train's got one hell of a pest problem." replied the profiler as he turned and smiled at the relieved medic. "Miss me, Becs?"

Rebecca smacked his arm, "Of course, life's boring without you around." she said teasingly and causing the older teen's eyes to roll. He looked at the briefcase on the table that had the gold ring already set in it. "We need another ring to open it." she said catching what he was looking at.

Ethan went through his pocket and pulled out the silver ring he had picked up. Slipping it into the empty slot like its twin, turning both rings to the side until the latch clicked open. "Bingo." he said reaching into the now open briefcase and pulling out a magnetic keycard that would open the door to the engine car.

"Let's put the breaks on this thing." he said to the others as they began making their way to the front of the train.

Passing through the still empty cars and by the unmoving bodies that they had put down until they were facing the locked door at the front. Taking the keycard in his hand, Ethan swiped it through the reader and turning the small light on the side green. The door clicked and slid open.

The sound of the train became a roar, the door opening into a grated walkway that was partially exposed to the elements. Wind and mist sprayed over them as they stepped outside. To the right was a locked cage of equipment that ran the length of the car. To the left, only a guard rail and the violent night whipping past. Ahead of them was another car which could only be the driver's compartment.

Through his feet, the traveler could feel how fast the train was going and knew that time was running out before this thing became too difficult to stop with the breaks. Looking toward the ground, he was greeted with the sight of two dead men laying facedown before them.

Both wearing riot gear, kevlar and gas-masks with a good amount of firepower. Turning his head to the side, he saw another cluster of broken egg sacs in the corner. 'I almost feel sorry for them...if they weren't working for Umbrella.' he thought bitterly as he crouched down by the bodies and began going through their supplies.

Billy moved forward and crouched by them as well while Rebecca looked on. "What are you doing?!" he called out over all the noise.

"We need the supplies! And you could use better gear to carry your shit!" Ethan called back removing the vest from one of the dead men and handing it over to the ex-Lieutenant. He was hesitant at first, but decided that the younger male was right and slipped it on. Emptying his pockets of his clips and spare ammo and putting them in the right sections in it.

Going back to the bodies, the profiler managed to locate a still functional MP5 and several clips for it. Three frag. grenades. And two clips of 9mm rounds on the first one. The second corpse had two more grenades and two more pistol clips, but his primary weapon was missing meaning it must have fallen overboard.

Satisfied with the findings, he looked at the corpse still wearing a vest which had the Umbrella logo brightly displayed against the black colored kevlar. Reaching out, he ripped the patch from the fabric before standing up and motioning with his head toward the front of the train.

It was a tight fit inside the driver's compartment. But the group of three managed as they got out of the rain. Ethan took that moment to distribute what he had looted off of the Umbrella team. Giving the submachine gun to Rebecca along with the ammo. "You could use a backup weapon." he said at her startled look.

The medic slipped the clips for it in the spare compartments on her belt and strapped the weapon on her back while her fellow rookie gave the double-barrel and the ammo for it to Billy saying the same thing.

"So how do we stop this thing?" asked the soldier while putting away the shotgun and ammo.

Looking over the myriad of control panels a moment, Ethan found what he was looking for and flipped a large switch. Power returned to the panels, words began scrolling across a nearby screen above a keyboard;

'Emergency Brakes: Front and Rear Terminals must be Activated Before Applying Brakes. Restore Power to Rear Terminal?'

"Looks like power needs to be restored to the rear breaks before the train can be stopped." commented Rebecca.

"And both breaks need to be applied at the same time for the system to work." added Ethan as he typed 'Yes' into the keyboard to activate the rear breaks. "One of us is going to have to initiate that panel at the same time as the one up here or it won't work."

"I'll go." said Billy stepping up, "I know the way and I'm fast."

The profiler nodded, "Watch your back out there, I don't know how many more of those freaks are still on board. Contact us over the radio when you get there." The soldier nodded before leaving the compartment, sealing the door behind him leaving the youngest members of STARS in silence.

"You think he'll be alright?" asked Rebecca.

"The guy was a Lieutenant in the military, and he's held his own pretty well against these monsters pretty well so far. I think he'll be fine." Ethan replied as he stood by the front break-system for when they got the call.

Seconds ticked by, neither rookie moving an inch while the onrushing night flew past them as the train barreled through the forest.

The train suddenly took a curve too fast, the wheels rising up and falling back on the track loudly. Not expecting the shift, Rebecca lost her footing and tripped to the side. Shutting her eyes and expecting to slam head-first into the console to her right, but instead finding herself in a familiar set of arms.

"Keep doing stuff like this, Ms. Chambers, and I might think you're falling for me." Ethan said with a grin.

The medic's cheeks burned brightly, she was thankful that the room was dark and he couldn't see. But the widening of his grin made her rethink that. Their little moment was broken when the train took another turn, this time both of them staggered when the wheels slammed back down on the tracks.

"Shit." Ethan cursed grabbing up his radio, "Billy, I don't know what's taking so long, but hurry the fuck up! This thing's going off the rails if we don't stop it soon!"

"I'm here, hit it now!" his voice shouted back.

Grabbing the lever, the traveler pulled hard just as the train flew past the station where it was suppose to stop to let people off. The breaks initiated, the loud screech of metal on metal cutting through the air as the out of control locomotive tried to stop.

A wooden barrier shattered across the front window as the transport entered a tunnel, the speeds still too fast for it to stop in time. "EVERYBODY HANG ON TO SOMETHING!" Ethan shouted, half into the radio as he grabbed Rebecca and threw them both to the floor.

When the train pitched on its wheels a third time and didn't go back. The girl held tightly in his arms screamed as the wall became the the floor, rolling at the last possible second and taking most of the impact, wincing when his back connected with the hard surface. Metal rending and sparks flying around them like demonic fireworks.

There was a loud crash that sounded like a head on car collision multiplied several thousand times. Both teens were thrown around the engine car like rag dolls hard as all the lights went out.

A/N: Not really much can change regarding this part of the story. Anyone whose ever played the game knows that the train was doomed to crash anyway. Though I believed the change in dialogue would have been beneficial.

Update coming soon.