"I was frustrated. I threw a knife at the wall."
My tired and achy body feels numb beneath me. The gentle gliding motion of the train rocks me back and forth like the ocean carrying its waves to the shore. Except waves aren't being carried towards what will most likely be their deaths.
Jay, Tabbie, and Maggie, my mentor-everybody calls her Mags-, all ate in the dining cabine ages ago, but I requested avondeten, diner alone in my room. I need time to think and plan strategy. My avondeten, diner lies cold and untouched on top, boven of my dresser, the only other piece of furniture in my dismal little train cabine besides my bed. I only have about seven days to prepare...
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