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Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Flash Fiction: Under a Dead Sun

Episode 12

Billy reached down and pulled Katee onto the roof of the train. He bent low again to help the Sheriff Root uo next. As Root looked over his shoulder he could see the creatures pounding against the door of the Pullman car, cracks spiderwebbing through the glass window.

The three stayed low as the train barreled down the tracks, as Billy layed out his plan.

"Our only chance is to cut loose the engine and dynamite the tracks behind us. There's too damn many of the creatures in the cars to get'em all. We keep moving forward, check on the conductor, break free the engine, and light the dynamite, and pray ta God. We in agreement?"

Root gave a short nod and Katee flashed him a grim smile. Billy reached out for Katee with his free hand and took hers as they crept forward. Root followed behind, stopping to look at the wound on his arm, already turning black with seepage. Root grimaced and followed, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

End of Line.

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