It was a hot desert, the sun beaming down onto the hot sand that was being pulled up from the resting spot by a spearing train. The dark black train would go through a town, one that was rather well known in the hot burning desert people called home. The conductor, Mveru had stopped dropping off some things from off the train. And some people had been picked up a few months earlier..but seemingly never returned. How strange.

A few cowboys had picked up this scandal, they mounted there horses after a few hours of the trains departure. The wind blowing hot and steamy gust of sand up off the tracks that the train speeds down, the speed almost unrealistic. But nothing in this world is to realistically predictable, not anymore at least.

The cowboys ride after the train with a high speed. The sand and sun mixing together only to make a glare, an opening. The train suddenly comes off the tracks and opens the front part of the train and snatches the front cowboy clenching the horse with his massive metal teeth. The cowboys shout out in free trying to escape but to no avail.

The train comes to a stop before Mveru comes off the train standing with a shove and a large smirk. “Cost is clear darling, good work.” He spoke out on a deep raspy voice, one that could send chills through a tank of a man. The train suddenly transformed into a human looking figure, it was you.