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After hearing Ellie screaming Troy turned to see what was going on at the top of the train and noticed that Ellie was laying on the roof screaming and holding her ears and Gravemind had a pistol aimed at Tyler. Hoping that Tyler would react when he did this Troy aimed his Beretta at Gravemind's right leg and shot it which made him stubble and take his aim off of Tyler and the mind power he was projecting onto Ellie.

((War's war; you should put a band-aid on your forehead!))

Gravemind swore obscenely and leaned more on his left leg, still standing. He was quickly becoming more aware that his time was running out. Growling in fury, he turned his sights on Troy and realigned the pistol, shooting him in the right shoulder and the arm. Then he pointed the gun back at Tyler while establishing his hold on Ellie. "You think that this is...the end?" He managed to get out through the his gritted teeth. The noise of the running truck was starting to become louder, so he disguised it with his voice instead. "This...whole fiasco? That it will just...disappear in your precious Promised Land?" He laughed to himself, narrowing his eyes. "No, it will...never be over. Not so long as...there's one to carry it...on."

As Troy was shot twice he staggered backwards and fell to the ground and screamed a little as this was a first time experience being shot and not just once but twice.

"******** you," Tyler spat. He pulled the trigger and felt that same sadistic pleasure fill him as Gravemind's sizable head erupted in a fleshy storm. His hold was released on Ellie, and her screaming subsided. Before he could feel relieved, he saw the train begin to tip over, with Ellie on top of it. She rolled off the top, and Tyler caught her before she hit the ground. But there was no time to escape the falling train car. Tyler held Ellie tightly as the train fell right on top of them.
When the deafening crashes stopped, Tyler opened his eyes, and saw only darkness. He felt panic pulse through him, and then dread as he assumed first that they had died. But his thoughts cleared and he realized that the boxcar door had been open. He was kneeling with Eleanor inside the capsized car, completely unharmed.

Nicole glanced up, hearing a loud groan after Tyler's gunshot went off, her eyes widening at the sight of the train coming down. She involuntarily closed her eyes, opening them again when nothing came down on her head. "Uh...I-I guess that's a good reason then." She stood up and looked around. "If you screamed that loud when they went in, imagine taking them out." She chuckled uneasily.

Stryker's mind went blank. Gravemind's hovering presence was gone. His best friend was dead. Shock gave way for fury and he stopped to turn around to look back at the train below the hill he stood on. "NO!" The primal screech came from his throat suddenly, echoing over the "battlefield" of zombies, humans, and vampires. He wanted to charge back down there and rip every single one of them to shreds before taking care of the one responsible for Gravemind's death. But the last message that his best friend had sent him hung in his hazy mind. He couldn't do that, it wouldn't be smart. Stryker rubbed his eyes, surprised to find that they stung a little. The undead couldn't cry, right? Then he turned his back on the ones he'd get his revenge on, swearing colorfully as he took out the bullet in his arm and tossed it away.

"Holy hell!" Russ, feeling a little stronger now, jumped up and scooted away from the train edgily. If anything happened, he didn't want to get squashed. But it looked like he was going to be fine after all, he thought sighing in relief. "Welp, I guess that ends this whole thing, huh?"

((He be walkin' teh other way...))

Tyler slid open the heavy door with some difficulty, and helped Eleanor up out of the car. He climbed out after her, and surveyed the battlefield, littered with destroyed ghouls. He knelt beside Eleanor and asked "Are you alright? Are you hurt?" with a tone of deep concern for his young love. A dire and dark place the world may have been, but a glimmer of hope penetrated the darkness. He looked across the fence, and inhaled sharply at the sight of the Promised Land. A sprawling military installation, long abandoned by its doomed and unwitting occupants, sat there just across the border. As luck would have it, there was no uninfected city, sealed away from the world, as Tyler had heard. But here were the tools to create a new world.
"Well, I've got a promise to keep," Tyler remarked quietly.

((Alright...shall we call this finished, then? Anybody got anything else to add?))