As I leave the room, I scan the market for Whiskey. My eyes widen as she pokes my shoulder, "Eek!" "Surprise." I turn around, "Nick's got a plan- Well, a pre-plan." She shrugs, "Spit it out." "We need an army, equipped with fire weapons." She stares off, "Let's secure that army, then. C'mon." She hands me a pistol and some generic clothing. "Why all this?" "You gotta blend in. A vest makes you stand out."

She smiles and tucks an SMG in the back of her pants and pulls the baggy shirt over. I can't help but gawk as she slides a small pistol in her pocket and a 38 magnum down the front and tucks the shirt over. You can't even see them! She does a little twirl, "You see any guns?" "Uhh, no." She smiles, "Go on, I'll wait."

After getting on the clothes, I slip the gun in the front. I leave the doorless stall and twirl in the cracked mirror. I walk out and she checks me out. "Good, now follow me." She leads me out of the market and into the car. "Where are we going?"

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The engine starts and she reverses out the barren lot. "You'll see." A couple miles later and we hear a sudden flapping outside the car, "No, no!" We pull off to the side and she pops the trunk before getting out. I get out as she kicks the wheel and lets the whole world hear her, "Fucking bullshit! What fuckin' idiot has a jack, but no tire iron?!"

She quickly looks at me as my voice shakes, "If only we had Norbert." She turns away and kicks the wheel again, "Ugh, don't remind me of

that stubborn, perverted piece of shit! He left just when shit got tough, like always!"

I wake up and rifle through my pockets for a lighter. I get off the train's floor and light a cigarette. As I look ahead of the train, I struggle to grab the on switch. Beach, Friends. Beach, Friends. I close my hand and smash it down, "Don't say I never sacrificed anything, Whiskey." Tremors come from below. I quickly open a window and throw the cigarette out of it.

I fumble through my bag and take out the flare gun case. The tremors get stronger as I open the case, only one round left. "Fuck." I peek out the window and it's a train on the track over. I quickly get down and load the shell in. I pull my bag close and get a shotgun out as it passes. It whistles as cargo containers pass by. I sigh as it finally passes.

I peek out and a soldier stares right at me. He slowly smiles as his hands develop black claws. "Fuck." I crouch through the door as the man leaps through the cockpit's windows.