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95 tonnes of steel slowly screeched to a halt as it approached the still smoldering civilian base that was called “Iron horse”. It was like a ghost town but without the ghost as the train engine had slowed down to less than a fast walking pace, even for the dead.

But that was the strange thing... no dead, no living.

Just the remains of the day that were still falling from the shy. Ash was primarily all that was left. So this wasn’t the best place to be either dead nor the living Pappa Doc thought to himself.

The train rolled through the remains of the base as it passed by slowly. Moving side to side, Pappa looked for anyone that might been injured, hurt or that could tell me what was going on.

It was going to be nightfall in about less than 8 hours so he knew that he would have to find a “choke point” for safety. Moving to the another railcar Pappa Doc was able to look on his maps to a new position in the area. “ Damn.. I should have taken other people with me. “ He told himself as he scoured the light board to point of unknown.

Pappa Doc started to recheck his frequencies on different bandwidths as he began to understand the devastation around him.
It was simple. We are all human.
what that means is that we are not a peaceful group of people and what happened to place was a riot. A riot of the worse kind, as man took to man with arms. People didn’t like that the military had slowly stopped the dead. The people were mad because they blamed them for the dead, the shortages, the way that their life once was. finally it all came to a head and with that the news spread like a wildfire as the people decided to take chances of their own to be free of the yoke of the military.

It was going to be a long time before anything got back to normal again for the gates of hell were still open and ready for new flesh to bend to it’s will.

Pappa moved to the prime mover and began to throttle up to the first “slider” that he could pull over at to check for supplies.