You were on the train to who knows where, running away from everything with little money, your phone, headphones, and some food and water.

You didn't pay notice to the warning of people who had just come on the train with guns and gasses. You didn't really care. Not even when one was aimed at you.

But it was stopped by a pale hand, one that just appeared. The guy who saved you spun around and grabbed your face. "How does it feel to have your measly life saved, huh? You should thank me."