I stumbled around for hours, trying to get away from the train and Kseinya. Need dictated my actions and I needed to be somewhere else. There was too much to process. Blood on my hands. Val gone. The other nestled in the back of my head.

It wasn’t fair.

Val was a lot of things- a sister, a teacher, a friend when I desperately needed friends. It didn’t matter that she was a part of me, it was nice to have someone who understood. I was on my own again. When I had time, I promised to mourn her properly. I wondered what she would think about that and a ghost of a smile touched my face.

The carnage on the train was going to point a big finger in my direction, once the authorities got involved, not to mention whoever Kseniya reported to. I didn’t know how long that would take but I didn’t want to be around. I’d have to follow the tracks to the next city before I made any real decisions. Things I’d been told were behind me were a priority again- food, water, shelter, and a place to hide. It was time to run again.