Page 3 - Do you want to go on?

We stood there for moments of what was the last of time.  We didn’t have to care about that anymore.

 

“Do you really want to give up?”  I inquired

 

“Maybe you’re right.” Isla explained “I can’t give up already.  I’ve just been pulled out of the rubble.  We must carry on, to the front.”  Isla motioned for me to follow as she started walking.

 

“Yeah,” I half heartedly cheered “and if anyone up front is alive maybe they could explain things to us.”

 

Isla looked at me hard “Do you think there could be anyone alive?”

 

I put my arm around her reassuringly “Let’s go find out.”

 

“Maybe we can get an outside line from the conductor’s booth.”  Isla said with a glimmer of hope

 

We moved onto the next car and saw something I didn’t notice before.  It was heart wrenching to see a child or what would have been a child reduced to a pile of bones lying in the lap of what was mother.  I saw remains crumbled into each other so that you couldn’t make out whose bones were whose. I wasn’t sure whether or not to give up.  We were alive, they were not.  We moved to the car that I was in.  I pointed out where I was seated and we moved onto the next car.

 

“Wait!” I exclaimed.  Then I pointed to the two uniformed security guards with the cash box.

 

Isla looked at me “Yeah…  So…”

 

“Weapons.” I said childishly.  “Man’s next need after sex, food, shelter, clothing, sex and weapons.  Instinctual, started by first needing weapons for food then to kill our enemies.  Man knows no peace, no love for anyone except for self.”

 

“Do you know how to use them?” Isla asked as I was removing the guns.

 

“No.” 

 

“Then you better give me one.” Isla held out her hand “I do.”

 

“Sure.”

 

We were at the middle of the train where you would find the back up driver we tried the door but it was locked.  I’m sure we could have shot at the door but that might have brought on the wrong kind of attention.  

Author's Note

Like I've said, I'm writing this from scratch so be patient.