It was early afternoon on Friday of the 26th of November. Tony Smith was resting on a train station bench with his luggage, leaning back, eyes closed, just catching a light nap before his train pulled into the station. He was looking forward to visiting his older brother and staying the weekend at his mansion in Leeds.
The conductor begins to yell, announcing as the train pulls into the station with a screech and a loud whistle. Tony jumped up, grabbed his luggage and boarded the train quickly with the rest of the passengers. He made his way to a comfortable carriage that was only occupied by both himself and an elderly couple. Tony settled down and put his luggage down as the train jolted and began to roll away from the station. He watched the scenery flash by out his window, quite content. However, that did not last long. No less than thirty minutes had passed when there was a loud noise, a bang, almost like the front of the train had exploded. It screeched to a stop as smoke poured in through cracks, under doors and past windows.
Tony panicked and hit the ground, crawling toward the door of his carriage, coughing. He could hear the other passengers making their way to the exits quickly as possible, rounds of coughing heard on all sides. Tony managed to slide the door open, and he and the elderly couple made for the nearest exit, crawling on their hands and knees... but no one could get the exit doors to budge.
Quite suddenly there were loud crashes coming from numerous exit doors, firefighters poured in and began to assist people out of the smoked and burning train. Much to Tony's relief, he and the elderly couple made it out into the open air and he collapsed on the grass, happy to be safe. He supposed he wasn't going to make it to Leeds in time for dinner with his brother...
