The thick, coppery taste of blood rolled over Girlie's tongue, making her realize she had been chewing on the inside of her cheek.
Calm down. It'll be okay. Just a train... of doom... that can kills us all...
Girlie gave up and began chewing on the inside of her cheek again. It was offering her a bit of comfort, and she refused to give that up. It was relaxing her somewhat, although she knew she would have tattered shreds of flesh annoying her soon.
Girlie looked around at the compartment she was in. No one else was in it. Just Bill, Prez, and herself.
How long have we been here? Feels like forever. Maybe the three days are over with and we are arriving in Oregon now!
Girlie turned her gaze to the window, where the city she had spent most her life in finally faded from view. Girlie felt like it was disappearing forever.
She checked the time on her iPod, which was a gift from the Tooth Fairy, or rather, years worth of money from her to Girlie and Mari Anne.
Ugh! We've only been on an hour!
She quickly did the math in her head.
One hour down, seventy-one to go.
She grabbed her sister's hand as the train turned. She felt nauseous. Her sense of hearing transformed from "I can maybe hear something quiet if you put it up close," to a "Oh my God! Did you hear that tiny itty bitty creak? Did you? I did! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!"
The train made another turn, and Girlie began to wonder whether of not the conductor was just being a jerk and trying to give the seven-year-old a panic attack. She bit her cheek harder, causing a small chunk to break off and vanish down her throat. Usually, Girlie would have freaked over it, but she was so terrified, it didn't seem to matter. Not one bit. The only thing that would make a difference is whether or not she would live to see this spectacular cabin in Oregon.