Susan's weak moment
The train chugged along the tracks, a long, sleek body of steel and metal, slicing through the heavy downpour like a knife through butter. The raindrops pelted against the windows, creating a deafening sound that drowned out the hum of the engine. The train was a blur of colors in the bleak, cold, and desolate city, the only sign of life in the otherwise barren landscape.
The train pulled away, gathering speed once again, leaving the figure behind.
The city faded into a blur of monochrome colors, and the train hurtled through the rain, its headlights illuminating the darkness.
Inside the carriage, the passengers settled back into their seats, lost in their own thoughts, as the rhythmic sound of the train's movement filled the air.
As the journey continued, the train passed through abandoned factories and warehouses, their broken windows and rusted roofs barely visible in the dim light.