She woke up on a hard surface, with her head on his chest. She had no idea how she got there, or where she was. Her blue eyes were wide with worry, not knowing which time it was whatsoever. She was lying on the floor of an empty passenger train car, with two other men. The unconscious one she was lying on, and another semi-conscious one sitting in one of the seats on the other side. It was day out there, the sky was pure blue with only a few fluffy white clouds lingering through the blue.
The train was going at high speed through the woods, the only thing visible from the floor of the car were the tip of the green pine trees. Squinting her eyes, the girl gathered all her energy and got up from off the floor, and sat down on the nearest seat. The soft grey material caressed her exposed thighs. Tiny jean shorts barely covered her buttock, and black military boots covered her feet and part of her calf. A thin black zip-up hoodie with buckles and studs covered her upper-body. Her shoulder-length black hair was perfectly straight and in place despite being passed out. Her thick little lips were covered in faded plum lipstick, contrasting with her extremely pale skin.
“Hey there,” the other semi-awake young man greeted her.
“Hello,” she replied in her Italian accent.
“I’m Steven,” he said in a friendly, gentle voice.
“Ana,” she replied, grinning a little bit and making the best of the situation.
“So I assume you have no idea how we got here….”
“No, sorry Steve, I don’t have a clue. How long have you been awake?”
“Not very long, I woke up fifteen minutes or so before you.”
“And who is this guy?” she asked, shooting a glance at the man on the floor.
He was quite tall, slightly built, short light brown-blondish hair, wearing a pine green shirt underneath a leather jacket and some black pants. He was still unconscious, and nobody knew how they ended up on the train.
“I don’t know,” Steven replied, “I had barely noticed him there. I don’t know where we are or how we got here.”
“Neither do I, and most of all, why is it just the three of us? I mean, if America was being bombed there ought to be more people on the train!”
As soon as she spoke in her angel voice, the man on the floor woke up. He was dazed, and his head was sore, but he sat up and looked around just as Ana and Steven had done upon their awakening. He was tantalized by one of the first things he saw, Ana’s bare legs. He looked at them in wonder for a moment before rubbing his dark hazel eyes. He wanted them, he wanted her. He got up and sat across from her on the seat, not taking his eyes off her beautiful long legs, one crossed over the other as she sat there staring intently out the window.
“What’s your name?” Steven asked him.
The man looked in direction of the youth with wonder. The young man with an all-American accent and long black hair pushed back out of his dark brown eyes was wearing a green plaid shirt, kinda like the one he used to wear as a child. His long slim legs wore torn blue jeans and his feet were covered with old suede boots.
“Jeremy,” the older man replied in a scratchy yet tender voice.
“I’m Steven,” he replied.
“Ana,” she added, grinning at him, noticing his wonder for her legs.
“So, is this heaven?” Jeremy laughed.
“No,” Ana grinned at him, “we have no idea where we are or how we got here.”
“But I sure like what I see!” he smiled wickedly at the girl.
She flashed her perfect white teeth at him as she crossed her legs, taunting him. He took in a sharp breath, trying to resist the temptation Ana had just imposed on him. She tilted her head back, exposing her throat and closing her eyes. Come here and bite me her body language told him. She then sat up on the headrest of the seat, she was doing this purposely to distract Jeremy, not that there was much to focus on in the first place.
“So how old are you guys?” Steven asked, genuinely friendly.
“Twenty,” Ana stretched the word.
“I’m thirty-nine,” Jeremy replied, with a somewhat down expression on his face.
“I’m gonna be nineteen in four days, or maybe I am nineteen,” Steven spoke mostly to himself, “I don’t know what day it is, my birthday is June 22nd.”
“I don’t know how long we have been on this train,” Ana spoke letting out a sigh, “I have no recollection of how I even got here, but if there is one thing I know is that I’m getting hungry.”
The two men agreed, they were hungry too. Ana provocatively moved her fit body, making Jeremy even hungrier than he actually was. She seemed to have great delight in making him suffer, she grinned to herself and continued her provocative movements. She then turned around on the seat, pressing her stomach against the headrest and purposely holding out her rear end so Jeremy could examine it closely. Her jean shorts exposed most of her skin, without revealing anything explicitly. Jeremy could not control himself, and he caressed the cheek before sliding two of his fingers underneath the thin jeans and continuing to fondle the young woman.
Ana smiled to herself, enjoying the sensation of Jeremy’s rough fingers massaging one cheek. To him she was an angel sent from Heaven after his country had been obliterated by a nuclear bomb. Only it had not been obliterated, because they were on a train in the middle of a perfectly intact forest.
“I said I’m hungry.” Ana bitterly reminded them when she became irritated at Jeremy’s grinding.
“Well, there don’t seem to be much food in this car,” Steven sighed.
“And what about the others?” Ana interrogated. “I bet nobody thought about checking the others.”
“This train is going really fast, I don’t dare to venture outside.” Steven reminded them.
The three of them simultaneously looked outside, the trees were only a blur. Jeremy finally left Ana alone and looked around the rows of empty seats in search of anything he mind find, food, clothes, anything that might give some indication of where they were going. Jeremy walked awkwardly, seeming oblivious to the situation and only thinking about Ana. She stroked her hair while Steven rubbed his eyes. How long had they been on that train?
Jeremy pulled out a single granola bar that had fallen under a seat and smiled at himself. A single bar for three people, but he was determined to have it. He was good-looking, charming and entitled. He’s the one who had found it, so it was his, but Ana wasn’t about to pass up an opportunity.
“I want to eat it,” she declared, “ladies first.”
“Fine then, give me what I want and I’ll give you what you want,” Jeremy suggested in a flirtatious tone.
“Bring it on,” she challenged as she got up off her seat, “but I eat first.”
Her long skinny legs were marvelous, Jeremy had had his satisfaction of touching them but now he wanted more. He extended out his arm, holding the granola bar in his hand, as Ana walked in a sexy fashion over to meet him. She took the bar out of his hand without speaking and turned back, returning to her seat where she devoured the chocolate-flavoured bar. She threw away the wrapper and rubbed her eyes in anticipation of Jeremy. She had to give him her part of the deal now.
He walked over to her and gently pushed her against the seat so he was faced with her back. He felt her up with his hands before unbuttoning her flimsy jeans and pulling them down. He grabbed the back of her thong with his teeth and pulled them down too. He penetrated her with force, making her moan in delight and finally relieving his mounting stress. She loved his steady, fast rhythm and enjoyed it just as much as he did. He bit her neck, making the sensation surge all over her body. Jeremy moaned himself as his stress dissipated inside Ana.
Neither of them knew how much time had really passed, their kissing might have lasted hours but the sky outside had not changed at all. As for Steven, he kept on staring outside, lost in his own thoughts. Ana and Jeremy had not bothered to cover up their sensual display of affection. Neither of them had shame, Ana was entirely comfortable with her own body and Jeremy had gotten what he wanted.
“I’m still hungry,” Ana said laughing as she climbed up onto a seat.
“Oh me too,” Jeremy replied, still breathless, “but this time I actually want food.”
Ana looked at Jeremy lustfully before she returned to sit on him on a nearby seat. She ran her long fingers through his hair and stared directly into his eyes. It was like looking through a galaxy, the blend of color tantalized her as much as her legs had tantalized him. She proceeded to tenderly kiss his cheek as her hands felt up and down his neck. In the middle of a seemingly hopeless situation, she had found something she liked.
The sky turned to dark as time was wasted away on the ever-moving train. The scenery outside had not changed, it seemed liked the trio had been riding around in circles all day except the train moved in a straight line. Ana eventually drifted into a tormented sleep in Jeremy’s strong arms while Steven drifted away to the green coniferous vegetation outside. Jeremy stayed awake for a while, looking at the unusual stars up in the sky, who seemed to disappear and reappear as they pleased.
In the morning, Ana walked over to the door at the end of the car. She grabbed onto it, holding herself up and looking out the window. She was delightfully suffering from Jeremy’s assault on her senses, but she was hungry. Most of all, she was confused. Nothing made sense inside her mind. The three of them were in the dark, even though the sun was shining through the train windows.
“Where are you guys from?” She asked, struggling to catch her breath.
“California,” Jeremy replied, uninterested.
“Ohio,” Steven replied with a little more interest.
“And I’m from Wisconsin,” she added, “how did we all end up on the same train?”
“Did you know that it’s unlawful in the state of Wisconsin to kiss someone on a train?” Jeremy laughed, “I can only imagine what kind of consequences we would get for doing what we did aboard this thing!”
For a few moments, the three of them laughed.
“Does it really matter?” Ana was serious again, “How did we all end up on this train?”
Neither of the men had answers to her question. California was quite a ways from Ohio and Wisconsin, but then again, the three had ended up on the same empty train.
“And where’s everybody else?” Ana continued, “We can’t be alone on this train when everyone was running for their lives.”
“Did you get on in Wisconsin?” Steven asked, curious.
“I remember that day very clearly, but I never made it to the train,” she replied, thinking deeply, “it was a beautiful day, warm, with blue skies, kinda like now… So many people were running for the train, it was the only way out. Nobody knew where the train was going, or if it would even get to where it was going at all, but we just wanted to get the hell out of Wisconsin. Huge crowds gathered at the train station and scrambled to get on the fourteen-car train that would leave the city. I don’t even remember getting on, I just remember running through the crowd. The train could now hold all the people that ran for it, and I was rather far in the back, there is no way I could have possibly got onboard.”
The revelation shocked Jeremy and Steven. Neither of them had a single clue what was going on, and much less to make of the current situation. Jeremy looked at the ceiling and sighed, he was beat, defeated.
“I don’t remember going on the train at all either,” he began, “I seriously didn’t care. I don’t remember California being struck first either.”
“The last thing I remember was being with my family and hearing loud noises crashing through the sky,” Steven added.
“Is there even anyone else on this train?” Ana asked warily, “How many cars are attached?”
Nobody answered. The three looked at each other, unsure what to say or what to think. What was happening? Where was everyone? So many questions had no answers, and the three were becoming suspicious of each other. Ana twisted the door handle and the hot, muggy air came rushing in. She stepped outside, her black hair flowing all over the place. She held on tightly to the metal railing, and that’s when she realized that the car she was on was unstable, it could break apart from the others at any moment. Fear swept all over her body, and all the color was drained from her face.
They needed to get on another car, but they hadn’t really noticed the constant shaking motion of the car. They had been too lost in their own thoughts to realize it. Ana returned inside the car and explained the situation to the boys. They had her same reaction. What were they supposed to do? The only thing they could think of was jumping onto another car if they wanted to get out alive. And so they did. The other car was also empty, except for one small blue schoolbag that had probably belonged to a child.
“Where did they go?” Ana asked herself.
Jeremy grabbed the backpack and looked inside. Four cookies and a single bottle of very warm apple juice was inside. No identification whatsoever was found in the car, there was nothing except the small pack. Ana dared to look into another car, but the door was locked, there was no way to get inside. She could not see inside either. She turned back and returned to the men who were waiting inside. She shook her head in disappointment and horror. Was there any way out?