I take off, sending dust flying behind me. The rails on the track are a little slick, and it's hard to stay on them. I run straight, following the tracks. I have no idea where I am headed, and that's okay. All I know is I will get out of here. This place...that house. I run for a good two miles, stopping every few minutes to catch my breath. That's when I hear it. The train rumbling In the distance. It speeds toward me.