Only way is forward.

Checking through your pack once you are outside you find he gave you a few other things he didn’t mention, enough lead to cast your bullet spell 3 times, and a train ticket to Hades, wherever that is. “Wait, isn’t Hades the Greek god of ****? Why would I want to go there.” You say to the creepy blasted landscape full of monsters and demons, “Can’t be much worse than here I suppose.” You add with a laugh. Guns loaded, using the spell once for the rifle and twice for the pistol and find most of your magic is depleted, you sling the rifle, holster the huge hand cannon, and walk up to the gate. The doors are nearly thirty high and two feet thick, luckily they are open. You make your way through the long lines of customs, if you guesses right, not wanting to skip over any lines despite being the only one around.

“Name and reason for visit?” A 12’ tall jet black skinned demon with horns as thick as your legs asks as you get to the front of the line. You aren’t sure if his khaki green sweater and brown pants makes him more or less terrifying.

“Hi, my name is Erin. I have a train ticket to Hades.” You say setting the ticket on the counter.

“Just passing through eeh?” He asks, picking up the ticket for a closer look.

“Yes sir.”

He hands the ticket back to you. “Go on in, obey all posted rules and regulations. The depot is to the right, train leaves on the hour.” He pulls up a pocket watch, “15 minutes.”

“Thank you.” You head in and to the right. The depot is massive, you couldn’t have missed it if you tried. It takes a good ten minutes to find the right gate though. The train is a super sized version of something out of the 1800’s. It is awesome. Your ticket gets you your own personal little room with a bed and all food and drink are included. The trip is three weeks long with roughly two to three stops each day. Other than the 8 day stretch near the end crossing something called “the wastes” where there is only one stop at an oasis. The posted rules say to never talk to prisoners, if you ever leave the station you can’t get back in unless you purchase another ticket, other than apparently the oasis where there is a seven hour delay for refueling and cleaning where you are allowed to go into the oasis if you want. Anyone doing so just has to request a new boarding pass. There are a ton more rules, but they seem pretty standard and you eventually loose interest reading all of them.

The train pulls away on time and you settle in to your personal room with a plate of delicious looking food and a bottle of wine. The first week passes by without incident, looking out the window you are astonished and a little horrified that the prison never seems to end. “Fuck, how many prisoners are there?” You say quietly, hand on the glass. As the week passes you find a very helpful 3’ demon that always dresses like a tiny French maid that supplies you with makeup and sweets and from her? You think? You learn how to give yourself a sexy smoky eye, a touch of blush, black lipstick, and all your nails are clipped and styled and painted black as well.

Day 8 arrives with a nock at the door. “Coming.” You say assuming it is your little friend Amelia, the tiny demon.

“Miss.” A man stands in your door in very stereotypical western garb, light brown trench, duster, and all. You say nothing, but the look of surprise on your face speaks volumes. “I noticed you were traveling alone. Would you like to join me for a drink?”