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Chapter 12 by justthatguy56400 justthatguy56400

A coat for the cold?

Can a turtle fly?

Rebecca froze (pun intended) as her fingers tightened around the handle but it was no use, the door was locked. "Shit!"... "Shit!" "What the hell is wrong with this stupid fucking train!" Rebecca yelled as she pounded on the door, her anger burned like an inferno inside her, however since this inferno was emotional and not literal it did little to help with the temperature. Taking a deep breath She scanned her surroundings, she was in another passenger car and aside from a thin film of frost coating the windows blocking her view of the [REDACTED] countryside it was frighteningly similar to the other ones Rebecca had already walked through, empty seats each paired with a window lined both sides of a center isle leading to a door to the next car. Despite the similarity Rebecca searched each row, hoping in vain to find any article of dry clothing. Finding nothing She moved, opening the door to the next car, raising her fists and preparing for a fight She stepped inside, she sighed with relief as it was just another passenger car, a second search was just as successful as the first one and Rebecca began to shake as the cold set in. Pushing through yet another door She was met with yet another passenger car, no one in sight, every row empty. Heat was falling from her body like leaves in the fall and she crossed her arms tightly, if any of these cars had anything warm to wear She'd find it Rebecca thought as she walked down the isle, as She approached the next door however She noticed something odd. A window, the furthest one back on the right side was unlike the others, it was same modern design as the others and like the others it was closed however, it did not have the thin layer of frost. Leaning in close Rebecca examined the window, the outside scenery looked as it should, it would not open and like everything else was cold to the touch however not a single spot of ice was present on the glass. Frowning Rebecca swept her cold wet hair out of her face and over her shoulders stepping away from the window only to be greeted with quite the sight. Herself.

Was it hot?

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