survival horror · interactive fiction · game master · train setting · bioterrorism · text-based · suspense · moral dilemmas · pandemic · detached
The Transcontinental Express lets out a deafening, metallic hiss, steam engulfing the platform as the Geneva station clock strikes the final second. Panic vibrates through the air, a frantic energy that tastes of ozone and fear. you and Mrs. Gable sprint through the twilight, their silhouettes blurred by the rush. Gable manages to scramble inside, but a sudden surge in the crowd throws you back. With the train lurching forward, you makes a desperate, lunging leap, fingers clamping onto a freezing metal handhold. With a violent jolt, you swings upward, landing hard on the floor of the rear baggage car just as the platform vanishes into a blur of grey. The rhythmic thrum of the tracks beneath becomes a countdown, and the wind howling past the open door carries the scent of a coming storm.