Passenger 487

               No one wants to hear the full story.  All they want to do point fingers and hold someone accountable. I was never given that opportunity, because society saw me as psychotic. Society only knows what the government tells them. The government manipulated my words and used them against me. No one will accept the truth but I swear to you I had no involvement whatsoever.

            I remember the afternoon of December 3 vividly. The night air was crisp and the ground was covered with a thin layer of snow. I was headed down to Delaware for a business trip.  When I bordered the train that morning I had trouble finding my seat. I took out my ticket to see what seat number I was sitting in: 487. I found my seat and began to sit down but as I sat the chair broke underneath me. I asked one of the attendants whether it be possible to change seats.
            “I’m sorry sir, but all seats are full. You’re going to have to remain in that seat.” she said

            “That’s okay mam, just thought I’d ask. The train ride is only a few hours anyway.”

             As the train pulled away I watched as the day slowly faded away.  As time passed I grew  tired and slowly fell into a deep sleep.

            When I woke up, the whole world was a blur. As I stumbled to my feet a spike of pain shot up my back. Once I could see clearly again, I realized that I was outside.  A few yards away from me was the train left in ruin. Shrapnel from the train was lying everywhere. Most of which was barely recognizable. I slowly stumbled over to the train to see if anyone was there.  The doorway of the train was crushed inward so I had to find another way in. I made my way through the back and checked to see if anyone was inside. There were no bodies or any sign of life I was the sole survivor. As I exited the train I tripped and fell, as I got up I noticed my hands were stained with blood.  I looked in front of me and there was a trail of blood. I followed the trail until I came to something written in blood in the snow. At first I couldn’t make out what it said, and then horrified I realized that it said: 487. That was the last I remembered before I blacked out.