Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190723001543/@comment-25828117-20190825092523

sliding down they were hit by the cold night shadow of the ridge, which felt like it was below 0° Celsius. The train station's platform was all wooden boards. The floors creaked loudly with every step.

The building itself was a long house that used to have thin pane glass windows at some point. Next to it, clashing violently with the old wild-west aesthetic stood a rusted atomic recharge station, which would be used by the last model of feight train to dart across the country before the war. Trains had always been the black horse of American travel.

Behind them. the beams of flash lights revealed that the persuers were still climbing the hill and were out of sight for now, but not for long.