Mighty Express: Train Trouble Mga Nobela at Kwento

I ran as fast as I could without stopping. My heart was pounding really fast. “I have killed Logan. I have killed Logan. I have killed Logan,” my heart continued to remind me. Fortunately for me, I did not have to run long enough before I heard the sound of a moving train. There was a stop just ahead, and I added extra speed just to meet up so that the train would not leave me. I got there just in time. The train had just finished taking in its passengers after others got out of the train, and I jumped in as well, looking like a lunatic.

And how did he find me? “Who are we running from?” “An enemy,” I responded, searching for the nearest station. I spotted the train that was about to move, its doors closing one after the other. “The train!” I signaled Brendon. We raced towards the train, my muscles pushing against my will with every strength that brewed in me. Brendon arrived at the train before me and held the door open until I arrived. He helped me in, and the for closed instantly. “That was close,” I muttered, crashing on the seat behind me. Through the window, I was able to see the sheriff's vehicle and other police vans drive into the station. The sheriff came down, asking questions around, and relief coursed through me

especially not with how sickly I feel. Counting down the seconds, I release a sigh of relief once the train stops right at my destination. “Thank God.” I gasped, rushing off just as soon as the crackhead rose. Thankfully, he stumbled, clearly wobbly from his poison. He hit the floor with a muffled thud, giving me a chance to hide between three hefty men so I could make my escape.

The conductor slammed on the brakes, the train screeching to a halt just inches from the section of the track that began to buckle and collapse into the pit below. Silence followed. Then, chaos. Passengers poured out of the train, confused and terrified. People were shouting, pointing at me, the girl who had stopped the transit system. I stood there, trembling, my hands still on the red lever. I looked up at the main camera on the wall. The red light, usually a steady pulse, was now flashing rapidly. They had seen everything. My face, my ID number, my interference. *I just ruined everything,* I thought, the cold dread setting in. *I didn't pass the test. I failed the system.*

The driver of the truck said, looking at us with a frown. Not everyone liked to see happy couples. "You know the location, we'll be directly at your back." I told him, breaking away from Jordan. Jordan held his key up for me. "Will you?" My lips broke into a grin. I jumped up to snatch the key. "Hell yeah!" The wheel of the Mercedes Maybach Exelero was sleek and sexy, spiking my adrenaline. We sang to different songs on the radio, laughing and dancing with our upper body. It took skills and grace not to crash into someone because times, I'd get so carried away by the song, leaving the wheel.

Even Mira looked away. Then— the train lights shut off. Darkness swallowed everything. Tess screamed. Someone crashed into a seat. Glass shattered. Then emergency lights flashed on. Red. The windows were no longer blocked. Everyone slowly looked outside— and froze. The train wasn’t moving through tunnels anymore. It was moving through darkness. Endless darkness. And outside every window— dead faces pressed against the glass. Hundreds of them. Eyes white. Mouths open. Whispering. Begging.

I only have the cash I withdrew from my shared account withVictor before he seized my credit card and banned me from the account. “I’m fantastic. I just wish we were there already.” She finally answered. Two hours later after complete silence they arrive at the airport. Amber was asleep once more after she got up round an hour or so ago craving ‘KFC’. Dominic pulled over at one on the highway and Reign got her a three piece nuggets and fries combo with juice. Shortly after eating, using the restroom they continued their journey. “Who’s going to move your car?” Reign asked him. She helped him remove the rest of their suitcases from the trunk of his car with immediate clothing and documents th

"You run away with thieves." "Better a thief than a machine, father!" Kenji spat at the hologram. "And by the way... I deleted your browser history." The elevator shot up. [The Maglev] The Surface. Train Platform. Rain. The sleek, silver Maglev train was starting to move. Hovering on a magnetic cushion. "Jump!" Sebastian yelled. They sprinted across the wet platform. Jack threw Braun onto the rear cargo car. Harper jumped, landing gracefully. Sebastian grabbed Kenji and threw him on board. He jumped last, his fingers gripping the edge of the door.

"The two timelines have collapsed into a single consensus reality. The cage is gone, but the memories of the cage remain." A sudden sound shattered the morning silence—the distant, echoing blast of a train horn down in the valley. It wasn't the sleek, magnetic-levitation transports used by Chronomos logistics, but the distinct, rhythmic chug-chug of a traditional steam-powered locomotive moving along the historic Kalka-Shimla toy train track.

The deadline for the marriage registration has now expired. "Mission failed. "The elimination program will be activated. "Counting down. 48 hours left." The next instant, Samantha set her camera down and looked at me. "Nat, why won't you smile? You're the prettiest today!" She swept her gaze around and finally fathomed the situation. Her voice was trembling as she asked, "Nat… did you find out about everything?" I forced a bitter smile with red-rimmed eyes. Samantha raised her arm and threw the camera at Charles.