Scared, I leaned down to feel his pulse, but I
couldn’t feel a thing, he was gone. About a hundred
meters from the train everyone had started to camp up.
Apparently I wasn't the only one who had lost a friend,
bodies were lying on the ground and people were
screaming. I guess we could call it luck that the attack only
had stroke the train, unfortunately it also meant that we
right now were in the middle of nowhere.
Later that night all of the survivors sat around a
campfire to discuss what our next step would be. Some
wanted to wait for help, some wanted to honor those
whom had passed away, others just wanted to get going
but no one wanted to stir up rebellion, no one wanted
war, bombs or death. But due to everyone's different
opinions it ended with us coming to an agreement of that
everyone would be able to independently make their own
next move. So the next day after a long cold sleep a bunch
of boys and I started to walk starting from the middle of
nowhere out to somewhere, but once again not sure of
where to, but I guess I’d soon find out.
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