"It looks like they left." My companion tells me as he removes his head from the door in the floor. It looks pretty ridiculous and I'm trying my hardest to keep myself from laughing.

  "Something wrong?" He asks slightly annoyed.

  I shake my head.

  Swiftly I gather my things and put on my jacket, we can never know how long the monsters from outside will be back again.

  I do an extra check to see if what Quiller told me is right, he does claim to be imaginary after all.

  Then as I see the same, I slowly lower myself as far as possible and then drop down as quietly as possible.

  I've done things like this many times before.

  Quiller appears next to me: "Do you want me to check around?"

  I nod.

  My companion walks before me.

  "We... should leave... the station." I whisper.

  "Yes, I already thought you would want to. I believe that it should be okay to take the same way back."

  Walking back I suddenly spot something from the corner of my eye.

  "Wait." I say, Quiller turns around: "What's wrong?"

  I point at a room that looks rather broken down.

  There are letters before it spelling something I can read.

  "Store." I say, trying to answer the question.

  Quiller nods and we enter.

  There are two broken down glass doors I can step right through, avoiding the rest of the glass of course.

  As I finally see the many shelves empty I feel a bit disappointed.

  "Maybe in the back?" Quiller suggests.

  "Back?"

  Quiller leads me to another door, one that is closed and still in one piece, though dirty.

  "Can you check?" I ask.

  "Sure." Quiller passes right through the door, leaving me alone in the store.

  It doesn't take long for him to come back.

  "Don, it's safe and you will probably want to see this."

  Not able to wait any longer, I open the door.

  It isn't too much, but there is still canned food and candy bars stacked up neatly on the shelves.

  There is even toothpaste.

  Quickly I think of what I need the most and start stuffing my pockets.

  "Shall we continue?"

  I nod and we leave the store.

  A cold, but welcome breeze lets me know that we're back outside again.

  I'm always happy to leave dusty old places behind.

  The longer I stay somewhere, the more I want to leave.

  The morning sun is shining coolly on the ruins.

  I take out my map.

  "What way should we go now?" Quiller asks, to which I point to our right.

  "...Straight this way."

  I get down onto the tracks.

  "Are you sure you don't want to walk on the platform?"

  "I'm sure. It's faster this way." I answer.

  "And I guess we don't have to be scared about getting hit by the trains right now..." Quiller adds.

  "The tracks... should bring us closer."

  "Closer to what?"

  I smile mysteriously: "You'll see."

  "Ah... okay." Quiller seems a bit disappointed, but doesn't continue questioning me.

  After following the trail out of the station, which takes a while, since it's very big, I suddenly feel off.

  "Why did you stop?" Quiller asks curiously.

  I quickly reach for my spear.

  "They're here?" Quiller asks, immediately looking around.

  I can feel my heart beating loudly in my chest and I take a deep breath hoping to calm it down.

  I reach for my pocket, but remember that I used the last of my machines just yesterday.

  One, two... no about five.

  From all different sides zombies come running my way as if they'd planned this all along.

  Shit we've been surrounded!

  I feel my body turn cold with anxiety.

  "Over there!" Quiller calls out to me and blindly I run towards the thing he's pointing too.

  It's an abandoned train on the tracks, the doors at the back are open.

  As fast as I can I run towards it.

  If I don't get in on time, I might die.

  If I don't escape on time, I might get pulled apart and eaten by those monsters.

  My foot almost gets stuck behind one of the tracks, but just in time I'm able to stop myself from falling face first to the ground and get free again.

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  Quiller is already waiting for me on the train.

  "Damn, how come... you're faster than me?!"

  "I'm imaginary." He smiles and stretches out an arm to me. Asshole, you know I can't touch you.

  Finally I jump into the carriage.

  Suddenly the broken light above the door starts to flicker and an alarm starts to go off.

  "What the hell?" Shocked, I jump further inside.

  The alarm sounds strangely familiar, but also really wrong.

  At first it gives me a sense of relief, but then I get a suffocating feeling.

  Then the doors slowly start to close.

  They shouldn't be able to, not for a very, very long time.

  Moss is growing inside, some trains even have trees and other plants growing inside.

  To my horror the vehicle starts to shake.

  The monsters outside start to try smashing through the door, but it's almost as if they're walking backwards.

  No that's wrong.

  The train has started moving.

  "What is this?" I ask in a whisper.

  I turn to look at Quiller and ask my question again, louder.

  It doesn't seem like he has heard me, he's sitting down on the floor, his head in his hands.

  Almost as if he's in pain.

  "Hey... are you okay?"

  He still doesn't seem to have heard me at all.

  "Hey Quill..." I carefully reach my hand towards him, perhaps that way I can get his attention.

  As I touch him, I suddenly get shocked by electricity.

  Quickly I pull back my hand: "Fuck that hurts!" But in all truth I'm much more spooked than hurt.

  "Ah." Frightened Quiller looks up at me, for some reason his eyes full of tears. Does something hurt him that bad?

  Something about him seems wrong.

  I take a step back, my fear turned to my companion instead of the situation.

  Something about him is really, really wrong. But I don't know what.

  "I-I'm sorry." He whimpers, moving away from me as well.

  Somehow he makes me feel guilty, and without thinking I take a step towards him again.

  "Sorry, you scared me." I say calming myself down.

  Quiller tries to go further back, but only gets greeted by the wall. Can't he go through it anymore?

  Could it be because we're moving, or is it because of something else?

  I take a second to think.

  In the state he's in right now, I probably won't be able to touch him.

  I take my spear from my backpack.

  Quiller immediately tries to protect his face with his arms: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He starts to repeat.

  "Dude, chill." I mumble to him while turning my trusty weapon the other way around: "I'm trying to find a way to help... you get up."

  He looks at me in surprise, but hasn't stopped crying. Then he takes hold of the weapon, using it as intended, as a way to help him get up.

  "Imaginary friend or not, we will talk about it later... For now we have to do something about... this big ass train to not kill us."

  He nods and wipes away his tears: "Thanks Don." He whispers, but I don't let him know that I heard him loud and clear. Instead I walk up the small set of stairs.

  "Let's go."

  We both start running.

  Up the stairs, down the stairs, up again.

  It feels endless.

  Strangely enough there doesn't seem to be any zombies.

  Or at least we haven't met any more of them.

  Then I throw open another glass door and find a couple of them sitting around.

  One seemed to be holding a mouldy magazine and the other was wearing a hat and a pair of sunglasses.

  They both look really stupid.

  "Fuck." Is the only word that leaves my mouth as I spot the two hungry cannibals.

  The one that was 'pretending' to read looks up to me and growls.

  Shit we really don't have time for this.

  As the one with the head jumps at me, I suddenly notice something like a blue flash of lightning, throwing the one 'reading' out the window.

  "What the-"

  "Don, be careful!" Quiller interrupts me.

  He's right, the monster lunges at me, his hat dropping on the floor as he jumps.

  Quickly I swing my spear and slice of one of the arms of the creature.

  With a dull thud it falls onto the floor.

  Then black goop starts leaving the bodypart and small mechanical spiders start crawling out of the wound that I just created.

  "Dammit!"

  I take out one of the small electricity bombs I had created a little while ago together with the others, and throw it at the creature. I feel bad to use so many of the things I worked so hard on to make... but at least I still know how to make all of them.

  An electrical surge coursed through the body and the zombie drops down.

  Most of the spiders get electrocuted as well, but some of them are still slowly making their way towards me.

  Aggressively I stomp them until they all stop moving, then I continue to keep stomping them for good measure.

  "Don, we have to get moving." Don signs to me with his hands towards the vehicle we're in.

  I just nod and we keep on running.

  I do have many questions but they have to wait.

  More stairs up and more stairs down.

  Again and again until we finally reach what looks to be the end of it.

  I try to open the door but it doesn't budge.

  So I proceed to kick it open.

  One.

  Two.

  "Three!" I yell triumphantly to Quiller's surprise as the final kick breaks the door.

  The splinters of wood and plastic drop all over the floor and fly across the room, getting scattered everywhere.

  "Don... I'm not sure..." Quiller points out the window, showing me that there was a reason it had been locked.

  It probably hadn't been in use, there is another train wagon pulling the one we are in.

  "Shit." I curse: "What are we going to do now? Climb to the other side? Or are we going to have to jump out?"

  I'm suddenly strangely aware of the high speed of the vehicle we're in.

  It seems to only be going faster and faster.

  I rush to the door in order to see something, anything, perhaps even a landmark or something like that.

  But it just goes too fast.

  We are going way too fast!

  "Maybe we can make them disconnect from this control room?" Quiller offers.

  "You're a genius!"

  I start pushing buttons and start pulling levers like crazy.

  But nothing seems to work.

  An idea pops into my mind: "Quiller, could you mayb-" But I'm interrupted by the train itself.

  Before I am even aware we have started rolling and darkness consumes me.

  Unable to stop coughing I finally come to.

  "Qui-" I'm unable to call for him due to all the dust I have inhaled.

  "Don, are you alright?" A transparent. But slightly glowing hand stretches out to me.

  Without thinking I take it and somehow I'm not electrocuted, neither do I faze through.

  "Let's get out of here." He whispers and I nod.

  The whole vehicle seems to have turned upside down.

  I feel lucky as I notice that further in the back floors have been smashed together.

  Carefully I remove some of the broken glass from the window and climb out of it.

  Outside it seems to have just turned night.

  The red glow of the sun seems to slowly decrease and I can see the moon already peeking a glance at us from behind the trees.

  I must have been out for very long.

  "How long was I out for?"

  "I don't know, I was out of it too."

  "I see." I mumble slightly worried, I just pray that nothing decided to make its way underneath my skin, like those spiders.

  Then I would become one of the walking dead in no time.

  "We should find a place to rest." I suggest and Quiller nods in a tired manner.

  We start to wander through the woods, I take out a red flashlight out of one of my pockets.

  "Why red?" my companion asks.

  "It attracts less attention compared to white."

  Surprised he nods, he must not have known that.

  It's so strange to talk to someone again, especially someone who doesn't know too much about the situation or even basic survival skills.

  "So... what happened?" I ask, trying to get him to give me the answers to my questions.

  Quiller looks away: "I don't know."

  "Did you get... powered... super powers or something like that?"

  He laughs in a rather joyless manner: "I am able to touch you now... I guess. Maybe your imagination got stronger...?"

  "But you like... zapped the zombies!" In my head images of an old comic book appear I head read very, very long ago.

  "I think I see a building." Quiller changes the subject, his weak glow shows me the outline of something dark.

  As we get closer to it, I notice that it's an old and slightly dilapidated shed.

  It must have belonged to a farm at some point in time.

  Quietly we enter and as I shine it around I find it completely abandoned, by both monster, human and animal.

  There is a little ladder that goes up to old hay.

  I can feel a smile creep across my face.

  "That might be a great place to sleep." I whisper and quickly start tip-toeing towards it.

  "Be careful." Quiller whisper-shouts.

  The old ladder creeks eerily, but I find a way to safely reach the attic.

  There is a hole in the floor I carefully go around.

  Luckily there's just enough space for me to lie down.

  "You should check your wounds before you go to sleep." My friend reminds me.

  I nod and take out a slightly brighter flashlight.

  First making sure that it won't show anything outside the building where we are, I turn the cold object on.

  "Oh my god, are you okay?" Quiller looks shocked.

  I smile: "What do you mean?"

  "You're bleeding!"

  "Is it still red?"

  "Yes of course, why the hell should that matter?"

  "Then it's good, I'm still not infected." I say as I lean back.

  To my surprise Quiller shakes his head: "You have survived for this long on your own, but to me you look like a kid in need of a babysitter!"

  I quietly laugh: "I might be the last alive of my kind... you know."

  "Then what about that old map you keep looking at? Isn't that something that gives you hope? You smile every time you look at it."

  Defensively I react: "That problem is my own, we've probably traveled too far now. Going there is impossible now."

  Quiller opens his mouth, but then closes it again.

  Then he shakes his head again.

  My throat hurts, so I take out a water bottle and take a sip.

  That helps.

  After I'm done with it, I offer it to Quiller.

  Silently he takes it, but doesn't drink from it.

  "Do you have anything like bandages? Plasters perhaps? Even a napkin would do."

  "Sure."

  I hand him the small med-kit I've been carrying with me before.

  It's just a small plastic back with the bare minimum that I might need.

  "Alright."

  He takes out some of the things from it and then starts to clean my wounds.

  Something about it feels like deja-vu if I remember the word correctly.

  It feels like someone once did this for me too, but every time I try to remember I lose even the shadow of the memory I'm chasing.

  "Aaand... done." Quiller says as he finishes covering a wound on my head.

  It's not too deep, so it shouldn't be that big of a problem. But for some reason my companion does worry about it.

  Carefully I lie down and close my eyes.

  "Dammit, I'm still too awake to fall asleep." I whisper after a while and I sit back up again.

  "How about we continue reading the book?" Quiller looks at me in anticipation.

  "Alright."