The slow chugging of the steam trains was a well-deserved sense of relief. Half an hour had gone since John's capture.
Ten minutes since they had cremated Paul and Tony. It was a unanimous vote led by Ksenia.
Inside the dining compartment, players peered out of the windows, eyes tracing the scenic beauty passing by. The train rumbled along, traversing lush green fields adorned with wildflowers that danced in the gentle breeze. A backdrop of rolling hills, cloaked in a verdant tapestry, stretched as far as the eye could see. Majestic mountains stood sentinel in the distance, their snow-capped peaks glistening under the brilliant sunlight.
Small villages emerged, quaint and inviting, nestled among emerald fields. Farmers toiled in the fields, and children waved excitedly as the train whistled past.
