The boy watched on as the tracks ran out from the back of the train and they moved forwards at an unknown speed. He was in the last car of the train, watching out the back window. It wasn’t like there was anything new to see. The never-ending tunnel never changed. The thick layer of trees surrounding the track obstructing any view of what was left of the outside world. The boy often wondered what life was like off the train, away from the engine rumble that had been with him as long as his heartbeat. No humans survived out there in the wild, but many wondrous animals and places were rumored to be hidden behind the trees.
He couldn’t stay to watch the tracks as it was time for his security detail. He walk down the train, passing about 13 other carriages full of other doors leading of to bedrooms, kitchens, store rooms and bathrooms. The train was about 80 carriages long, housing at least 120 people. His security detail was in the 15th car, where he looked over 2 or 3 prisoners. People weren’t prisoners for long on the train, depending on their crimes. If it was something pretty harmless, they would be thrown in for a day or two. As the severity of their actions increase, so does the day sentence until they reach about three weeks with little to no food. Past that point, they get thrown from the train, left to die in the wild lands.
Only two people were in the cells today; one who had punched another after getting drunk (5 days) and another who had tried to steal food from the plant conservatory (7 days).
He said hello to the other guard who he was replacing. Being only 16, he was the youngest person on security detail, but he was up to the task. All he carried was a small knife, but that was more than enough for an unarmed prisoner.
He had been on guard for about 30 mins when guard master