[[OOC: Art by me! @mushroomsinmyeye on Tumblr!]]

Just past Echo Falls Station.

The tracks were bigger here, there wasn’t anywhere to get away from the strange trains besides the channels in the walls from time to time.

What a horrible night to explore an abandoned station.

You get into a hole in the wall just in time, one of the many trains speeding past you like a bullet, a horrific chorus of laughter in it’s wake.

Hundred.

The most common sight down here. Survivors called him Hundred from the numbers on his chest. A greyish-blue coat of paint only disrupted by the rusty color of blood on the side of his face was how he could be recognized. The long, matted light blue hair, and, of course, that one glowing red eye….