Snippet #1368840

Nate blinked at the scene in confusion. He really had no idea what was going on. All he could see were the soldiers shivering like babies as they stared up at something before them then, after more rather disturbing scenes, fled off to the other side of the train, far away from whatever it was only they could see.

He watched as the Magin beside him plopped down against the wall, his eyes getting heavier as if with sleep. “This can’t be healthy you know,” he said, in reference to the boy’s apparent habit of getting woozy and slipping into the unconscious, and, from the short amount of time Nate had noticed, reliance on adrenaline shots and morphine. He picked up the adrenaline shot the boy had told him to give him and stuck it into his upper shoulder, rather than the heart because Nate felt that was too much like stabbing somebody. When all the liquid was out of the needle, he sat back on his heels and waited for it to take effect, anxiously glancing around.

He looked up at the Magin that had been creating the wall. “They’ll be back soon when they realize that whatever that was was just an illusion. So we should hurry, right?”

He had a feeling that this wasn’t over yet. Something bigger was coming, and they had to distance themselves from it and the train. Fast.