Snippet #1369047

All Rocky remembered was looking out the window of the train at the plains, when suddenly everything started spinning, and he was thrown out of his seat, bouncing off the walls.

Now he was crawling through a cracked window to the outside plains, but they weren't in the same place. They couldn't have. There were no tracks... but how could the train be here if there weren't? Rocky sprawled out on the long grass, and spat out a tooth. Looking back, he noticed his bloody leg, many crying or even dead people lying down, and the train on it's side. "I couldn't have survived this... I'm dreaming... I'm dreaming." Rocky thought, and his head dropped to the ground and he attempted to forget everything, assuring himself it was just a nightmare.

A while later he woke up, and looked around. He saw once again his bloody leg, many people lying down, and a train on it's side. "No! I'm not dreaming! I'm gonna die."