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"I'll be fine on ammo for a long time. I made sure to go by a gun store and pick it all up. So if you need shotgun ammo i've got it." Russ went to his bags and took off his duster inspecting his head in a mirror he had brought. He was going to have really big bump on his head and some bruising along with a headache but he'd be fine.

(('Kay, lol. I was talking to Neo, and turns out that we live not too far away from each other.))

Nicole was cleaning off her walking stick with a rag, scrubbing hard. "Gosh darnnit, stupid zombie blood's hard to get off." Managing to get most of it off, she set it and her shotgun aside, then picked up the can of food she had taken from the rest of the supplies. She popped the tab open and took out a vienna sausage, tossing it in her mouth. "What is your name anyway?" She asked the girl sitting in the corner. She needed to get some sun, Nicole thought to herself, or just get outside more. "I think you know mine already. Well, my middle name at least."

"Cromwell." Eleanor replied to Nicole with a polite smile. "My name is Eleanor Cromwell." She was about to say that she actually didn't know her name when Russ came up and dragged her to another car. When he asked her about the incident before, she looked down at the floor in guilt. She knew that one of them was bound to ask this question sooner or later. Deciding to show rather than explain, she suddenly whipped her hand out and punctured one of his fingers with her nail, causing it to bleed. Taking the finger that hit him, she showed him the black-painted nail with blood on it. "I used my fingernail to pierce her neck. But no. You mistook nothing." Bringing the bloodied nail to her lips, she licked off the crimson substance with some relish, as if it were finest wine she's ever tasted.

The scratching noises agaisnt the boxcar was as loud as the moans and growls. Tyler climbed on top of the boxcar and leapt across cars until he got to the engine. Zombies were starting to make their way up the railing. Tyler cut them down with the SAW. Once the rails were clear he ran into the engine room and barred the door. He sat down in the tall captain's chair, and moved the throttle to "Run 1." He pulled out a walkie talkie and radioed Nicole. "We're rolling! Tell everyone to hang on." The train gave a great lurch, and soon it was rolling. Tyler moved the throttle up to about notch 4, a moderate speed. He radioed again after a few moments. "We're about to be travelling at around sixty miles an hour, so we've got about four hours until we have to stop. The next station is in a town, so we'll resupply there. Will everyone be alright until then?"

"Augusta, GA. We'll resupply there, hook on another boxcar if we can find one, and outfit it for a big 'ol bathroom. I bet you'd all like a shower." Tyler chuckled as he radioed again. "We'll also couple in a water tanker that we can refill when we're stopped. And as far as pizza goes...we'll see about the grocery stores. We may be able to rig us up a little kitchen in the food car."

The tin can almost tumbled out of Nicole's hands when the train started to move. "Nue! Don't fall!" She exclaimed, holding onto it tighter until the train started to run smoother. Then she took the walkie talkie and taped it to the wall of the train car, thinking it looked sort of like an intercom. "I've never been to Augusta before. I wonder if it's crawling with zombies like this place is." She talked to herself, something she did very often. Then she gazed out of the window, watching the landscape, and undead, go by. "I've never been on a train before, let alone a moving one. This is pretty fun." She opened the window briefly to shout out at the zombies. "Have fun starving!" Leaning against the closed window pane, she went back to eating, soon finished her food and throwing the can into a trash can.

Nicole attempted to stand in the moving train, slightly relieved and feeling a bit stupid at herself when she didn't fall over. Remember, that one motion law. Or was it momentum?, she thought to herself, Gah, either one. Anyway, you're going the same speed as the train, like being in a car. "How's driving the train going, Tyler?" She asked aloud to the walkie talkie on the wall. "I think I'm going to open the hatch and let some air in." She went over to the ladder, there was one in every car's roof, and climbed up, opening the top. She peeked her head out, enjoying the breeze. It was going to be a nice day, and would be now, if there wasn't still human looking undead crowding around everywhere. She frowned to herself. Killing zombies was a hard thing for her, especially since they hadn't rotted down yet to be unrecognizable. It was one thing to beat down or shoot a lump of flesh, and it was another thing to be doing the same thing to someone who still looked like your neighbor. "Oh well, 'least it's better than school, I guess." She mumbled to herself.