Now I was jolted back to consciousness by a violent coughing fit caused by the unnaturally

dry air around me.

Drops a sweat had piled up and started trickling down my forehead.

It was dark.

Not a single ray of light to even make out my closest surroundings.

My memory served little to help in recognizing my whereabouts, but upon fumbling around with

my weak hands I noticed.

And those those sitting on a fabric coated chair in a room seemed to vibrate every so

slightly.

As my eyes started to adapt to the overwhelming darkness I could start to make out the

vague shape of the room.

There were three seats facing each other with windows on the right hand side that revealed

nothing more than an empty void on the other side.

On the other side was a door with a small window, just let out into a hallway.

Then dawned on me where I'd woken up.

It was a train compartment.

Now the train was still moving, though seemingly rid of any other people.

I tried to get up, but my legs refused to properly cooperate.

They were too weak as if they hadn't been used for days.

Then some of my memories returned.

I was traveling.

I remember getting on the train though I had an affinist idea of what my destination should

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