Smoke darkened the horizon.
“We need to hurry up!”. She grabbed her hand and they ran agitatedly, their breaths misting in the icy morning air.
“We won’t make it!”, the other gasped, the metallic taste of blood flooding her mouth.
She gave her an encouraging smile in return. “Yes, we will!”.
The train was already crossing when they arrived. Afraid but desperate, they jumped onto an open carriage.
It never stopped.
They sat motionless, their chests rising and falling out of sync, as it chugged away from the village.
That was the first day of the rest of their lives.