It's now time for just the terror with Nick Guerra. the endless train.

train. briefing note.

This preserved journal was in the possession of

Prisoner 1 and is considered important evidence in the events of

October 25th. Details discussed in this journal may disclose classified information and readers discretion is highly advised.

Entry 1.

Hello me, how was your day? This is seriously messed up. I'm so scared. I have no idea where I am and I think I feel somebody watching me.

Who am I? Where am I? What the actual hell is this place? Are

being kidnapped at something? Why is it so dark outside? Why give this damn thing? Okay, I better calm down and explain my predicament. I think I'm having trouble remembering words. Who knows? Maybe I'll find some clues by writing down everything in this notebook.

I hope. I pray. I don't know what's going on or who the hell I am but I'm trapped here.

I don't know how long this train has been going but it feels like it's been a while

which really unsettles me.

Makes me want to keep pounding on the windows and doors.

One minute I was sleeping in complete darkness. My dreams, if I recall, were of flaming gusts of wind,

screaming in the distance in endless red surrounding my vision.

Was lashing my arms out trying to escape the enveloping mass before it consumed me.

Next, I woke up on a bed. I couldn't I couldn't remember

being in this bed. At first I thought I was in a room shaking from a small

earthquake. Then I opened my eyes and realized,

an earthquake, where am I? And I was jolted away from my sleep.

I'm inside what looks like a passenger rail car. God, what's the word refurbished into a bedroom or something there's a

toilet sink an open shower opposite of the corner bed, a seat and a desk nailed to the floor on one end of the hall.

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