Batch 54
"Somewhere, a butterfly flaps its wings, and across the oceans, a storm is formed."
A train weaves through a remote valley, its track threading between two mountains. Six strangers were the only passengers; each slept soundly in their respective rooms. A college student, a teenage girl, a nurse, a mechanic, a drunk, and a housewife. Sam- the teenage girl, awoke first. She shot up in bed like a vampire from a coffin. Her eyes were hazy, and her limbs felt weighted. She was in a room nicer than she could ever afford. It looked like something out of a magazine from the checkout aisle of a grocery store. Complete with a sliding glass door and a flat-screen TV mounted on the white eggshell wall. She tried to remember how she got here, why, or where she was going.
