2. Escape
28 мая 2026 г., 20:06
After the most scarlet sunset in the whole history. Remembering the imminent trip, the only hope for freedom from this shameful and fearful place, she is going in the direction where the stop without a station is. There it's going to be nameless, odd train to lots of coldness village. Obviously, sheriff's duty was nothing to her ego and never existed, like the Madela effect. Every civilian unconditionally trusted her as if she was the truth spreader herself. Having been a god in her eyes, was enough to satisfy her endless abyss of respect and obedience. The actual thing is these thoughts mean nothing itself and will mean nothing. Fear of consequences and shame for Mary's most terrible act were complemented by the cold room in the train and the full moon outside. Of course there's no need in asking for any help, adrenaline warmed her up already. Only train's silent sounds and her fear of starting to hate herself. So much "her" because she's the first and probably the only passenger in the train. A calm night today, but at what cost..
"The journey is incredibly long, who would even want to drive a train with only one passenger, and even then with the risk of being sent to jail? They all, perhaps, are dreamin' about killing me tonight."
"I shouldn't sleep then. I'm sure nightmares are coming. Mine soul is more important and urge."
Suddenly Mary remembered that theres a shower over here. It's the best way to somehow not wait for the consequences and wash away these drops of the blood on her black pants and high boots.. At least there will be a guarantee that they won't catch u right away.
The door to the small shower was wooden but strong. Around 2 AM. Seeing everything without dark glasses was so bright and unusual for Mary.
To be honest, there's nothing to describe, Mary didn't think about anything while trying to sleep, there wasn't any danger too.
Of course, it doesn't mean she isn't holding one of her revolvers while sleeping ready to fight. But at least she's actually sure that no one is going to steal her black cowboy hat and her shining black sunglasses. Fortunately, the night is definitely peaceful today. Nobody can predict the future for now.
3:17 AM. What would even bother her sleep if none of the people in this unnamed train? Mary suddenly woke up as if at dawn, as she usually did in her hometown. This time something was different. It was piercing to the bone with its intentions. She decided to not wear her sunglasses on (cowboy hat too), took her two revolvers and with amber eyes shining even in the dull darkness went to look for the source of her worry in the middle of night.
"Dead body on the floor?! Whats even happening in this fucking train? Who is the murderer.."
"Probably it is a plan to put me in jail or something. Fuck it all, ya know!"
Mary had a few of things and clothes she brang with her so she quickly grabbed everything and got the hell out of there.
There was no smell of blood on the train because Mary was already covered in different criminal blood on her clothes.
Mary went to the highway and stopped near it, waiting for some car passing by. Some stranger on car stopped in front of her ten minutes later. She threw away her cigarette and opened the front door. "Are u that rich to buy such a thing?! Anyways, lemme in because if u refuse I must break ur bones right away"
Person let her in the car. Then suddenly answered
– How do u expect to get to northern Russia if its on a different continent?! If u want to do it using bridge It is too far away!
— I have a mission here, idiot! I'm a sheriff from wild west!!
— Do u even understand that ur in Canada right now?!
— Shut up and just take me there already!
It took nearly two days to get there. Mary is lucky because that person was actually afraid of her and thats why he really got her there. Such an indescribable fear sitting next to a person who has recently, ruthlessly, slaughtered an entire town, however small.. Well, of course they stopped at various little cafes. When he stopped at the first cafe, he wanted to say that he has a person in his car who had ruthlessly killed everyone in her town and would soon move on to the entire region, but he was afraid he would be the first victim. All cafes were poor and existed only just to
not to increase mortality during the journey.
It made no difference to Mary what she ate, so she ordered the same thing her hostage did.
— Ya probably afraid so much of me, aint ya? I definitely wouldnt kill ya because ya saved me! Theres just no point in telling other people about mine presence here. Even if I wanted to destroy some huge city I just cant do it. They will shoot me before I manage to do my first step in their city! I can kill a whole group of different officers but nothing more.
