IRC-Galleria

*Clickety-clickety.*
I entered the train.
*Clickety-clickety.*
About sixty people here with me.
*Clickety-clickety.*
Mostly businessmen. A group of teens and an elderly couple.
I hate teens, they never shut up and listen.
Elders kinda know instantly what happened.
*Clickety-clickety.*
One minute left. A man stands up to go to the toilet.
"Don't bother." I said to him.
"Huh? What do you mean?"
I pointed at the wall on the other side of the car.
The wall was coming at us fast, gathering seats and bodies of other passengers with it.
Man panicked and just before the wall hit him, he did what he had planned to do.
The train had crashed at full speed.
Of the 62 passengers inside, 63 were dead...