Suddenly, Emory began to frantically search the train, moving from section to section, past various oddities and unusual-looking creatures that occupied the train. His pulse hammered in his ears like drumbeats of dread as he hurriedly walked through the train, his fingers trembling with each door he opened.
Beads of sweat trickled down his furrowed brows, the train felt oppressively small, suffocating him with its oppressive silence broken only by the erratic rhythm of his breaths and the suspicious stares that came his way, even from creatures that didn't seem to have eyes.
With each passing moment, the weight of his current situation bore down on his shoulders as he fought against the encroaching tide of uncertainty.
Emory made his way back to the original section of the train he had boarded with Michael and Gabriel, half hoping to see them seated and waiting for him as he returned but he could only hope.
