Fimbulvinter 1.3
I really like this story, so it kinda saddens me if it ends like this...
[X] Sis is stupid, there are totally people who hide in the toilets all the time. We can hide out on top of the train the way home, just like a hobo or in an action movie. Though we probably shouldn't fight on top there.
You don't want to hide in the toilet. It's smelly in there. "If it's that important to you," you say. "We can hide on top of the train like hobos." Not that you've ever seen a hobo do that. If they're feeling suicidal, they tend to throw themselves in front of the train, not on top of it. "…Or action movies," you say after thinking it over a bit.
Marie gives you a flat stare. "One. How? Two. It's snowing. Three. No."
Typical sis, shooting down your suggestions. She's such a windbag sometimes.
Marie glances around. "Come on, we're finding some seats." With a precise flick of her hand she activates the motion sensor, making the door to the next cabin open. You move down the train.
The snow is falling heavier than before, you notice. In the span of a few hours, the snow has already formed the blanket that tends to show up in deep winter, or the occasional spring.
But in October? Crazy. Probably all the global warming.
You make it all the way down through the compartment without finding an available seat, and end up in another one of those compartment-in-between-compartments, completely identical to the one you were in before. There's a group of eastern europeans with a lot of baggage and a woman reading a book sitting on the steps to the platform. That could be dangerous when the train stops and the doors open, though it's none of your concern.
More importantly however, there's a toilet, which Marie shoves you into without discussion. She follows behind and closes the door by pressing the button.
Now, if it were any other pretty blonde-haired girl shoving you into a toilet… As it is though, you just wrinkle your nose before hogging the only seat in the room, aka the toilet. You flip open your mobile and starts texting. You don't get a reply from your girlfriend, sadly, but one of your friends are online. You send him a message marveling at the amount of snow, which you paraphrase: "holy shit hav u see the snow?"
He sends back: "Duh, everyone have."
Another message. "Check the news, it's fucking global."
You send back a lol, which makes him get insistent that it's true. The messages spiral into a weirdly dedicated attempt to persuade you of his honor scout truthiness, until finally you get sick of it and closes the discussion.
Sometimes you just don't get his humor.
Marie is crouching on the floor with her old laptop over her knees. Her new one hasn't been set up yet. "What're you doing?" you ask her boredly.
"Nothing."
You scoff. You've heard that answer from her a million times now. You used to think it was porn, until you realized that Marie is pretty much the definition of a bore.
"You got internet access?"
"Yeah."
"Can you check DMI?" Danish meteorological institute's website. You could go check it yourself if you had an smartphone, instead of the 2007 piece of crap you're lugging around right now. The only good thing that can be said about it is that it's durable and that's something you curse, not praise.
Your parents' argument is that "if Marie doesn't need it you don't either".
Yes. You have matching phones. A horrible reminder of the years where your parents bought you matching clothes and cooed over your sibling cuteness.
You suspect their attachment to those years is the main reason you still haven't gotten a new phone.
"This can't be true," Marie suddenly says. "It's not April 1st yet is it?"
You sit up. "What're you talking about?"
You want to hear her say it. She does.
"Every news feed I've checked collaborates the story," she mutters. "Snow in Hawaii, Australia, china. Snow in deserts. Look."
She turns her computer. You're not sure what you're supposed to see. "What? A white circle?"
"It's the satellite photo. That's how earth looks from space right now."
"Holy shit."
You both sit in silence for a while, contemplating the fact that you're sitting in a train toilet hiding from the train conductor while a global catastrophe is in development. It seems small in comparison, yet at the same time, there's no way you're leaving the toilet with the threat of a train conductor still out there.
You return to your previous activities. Marie hides behind her computer again and does whatever mysterious loving things she does with it, and you text some of your other friends. Your girlfriend finally replies, triggering a lengthy session of endearment-combat and experimentation with new smileys. You also tell her about the mystery of the global snowfall, and, no, she doesn't believe you. You expect she'll text you back in a few minutes after verifying your story.
Then the train shakes. Not the usual, this-thing-we're-on-is-moving shaking, but a much rougher did-we-just-run-over-a-body shaking. Only except of a body it must be an army, because it doesn't stop after a single bump.
Almost immediately afterwards, you feel the train slowing down roughly, as though the driver slammed the break. It doesn't help the turbulence at all.
You fall off the toilet and is left scrambling for something to hold onto. You grab onto the toilet, regretting it immediately after some of the bowl-water spill onto you.
Marie's laptop goes flying. She leaves it to its fate and instead tries to get a grip on the sink. This means the laptop is sliding directly toward you, hitting you rather painfully in the thigh. You swear. "What the hell is this, an earthquake?"
Marie says something about tectonic plates that you don't quite hear, because the sound of screaming from outside the toilet drowns her out.
Marie keeps sliding around, unable to get a grip on anything, so eventually she slams the button to open the door. With the door open she can get a grip on the doorframe, which is so smart you decide to imitate her instead of continuing your kinship with the toilet bowl.
This also lets you see what's going on outside. There's luggage everywhere, and several people are lying on the floor. There are red spots on the floor that weren't there before, and you realize suddenly, that it's blood.
The train's communication system suddenly comes alive. "We seem to be experiencing an earthquake, and so we've stopped the train. Please remain calm until, uh, it's over."
The announcer doesn't sound very calm though, and fumbles a bit in the end. You suppose it's difficult to follow protocol when there is no protocol. In between being scared shitless, you admire the fact that he tried at all.
A minute passes and the shaking seems to be worsening. You cling to the wall harder and ride it out.
Finally, with a one last shutter, the earth stops shaking. A few seconds of silence passes before the communication system comes back to life.
"I just wanted to know if you're seeing this too or if we're the only ones seeing a giant monster thing…"
The announcer's voice peters out rather pitifully and that's definitely not protocol.
And then, because so much crazy shit has happened the last few hours, you head over to the windows to see if it's true.
It is.
There is a giant standing a few hundred meters away. You can only see it's naked torso and head above the trees, but it's not snowing anymore and it's large enough that you can see plenty of details. It has faces scattered across its body, on its shoulder, several small ones on its arms, two intersecting ones on its left chest, and a large slanted one across its stomach. Each face is twisted into a painful expression, even the one not jutting out of a wrong place.
The giant looks at you and roars.
There's an almost magical moment where nobody screams or moves or does anything. It seems to last eternity, but it's probably less than a second.
The spell is broken by the hiss that means the train doors are opening. No message is spoken this time, but then again, it's pretty obvious what they're saying.
Not that you have it in you to run. The giant is moving towards you and there's screaming, scuffling and terrified sobbing all around you, but you? You're frozen with fear.
There's nothing you can do.
What do you do?
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