The Last Train Out

The ash rains came.
No one knew how they came to be, 
but they poured from the sky nonetheless.
The planet turned gray and charcoal.

The ash rain was cruel. And corrosive.
Eating through anything electronic.
The gears of the digital world came to a grinding halt.
Chaos and violence regained their former glory.

Rumors slowly made their way to the battered city.
“A land that was untouched by the rain. Immune.”
But how would weary souls get there?
From a dusty, rarely visited museum, an old man emerged.
“I know a way.”

With a cloud of smoke, the great beast awoke.
It would use the ash of the past to fuel the present escape.
To give the hopeless hope.
To carry fragile hearts to a new home.

Those who witnessed the awakening climbed onboard.
They would be the final passengers.
On the last train out.

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Photo by: Roland Lösslein (edited)