The sounds of curling screams, moaning and vicious clawing upon the glass door were more than any sane person could stomach for a long period of time. With a book in hand, sitting atop his giant crucifix ELI, the young saint was watching the chaser class aversai mindlessly pry at the door. Their punching was met with a slight burning sensation and performed a lumine repel on the doors that would avert them until they all just charged in at one time and shattered the glass.
"Pray for them, they've lost themselves to despair...and that wind is roaring..."
There were others here. More than likely the retreated to the very top of the tower to overlook Twilight Town as a whole. It was overrun, for the innocents that were left, had either boarded themselves off to their homes or been infected and among the fresh wave of chasers that were eyeballing the young saint on the opposite end of the door.
By the name of Neir and pronounced "Near". For the civilians in the building, that were also waiting for this train said to travel between worlds untouched by the aversai, he'd used it when he was a child to escape peril with his teacher and guardian. Memories, he can't dismiss nor the pain right along with them.
He closed his book and just looked at the hopeless that were at the front of his view. Using his eyes he'd connected with all of their consciousnesses at once, it was an emotional and psychological wave that impeded upon him all at once. Before holding his head, he could even see child-like aversai but if it meant his own death, what could he do other than be merciful?
There was a young woman that stood behind him, petrified at the dark silhouetted figures behind the glass door, banging relentlessly away at Near's pure barrier repelling them currently. He had to make the summation as she moved a little closer, one of them seemed familiar to her, and his eyes trembled for a second as drew ELI from his cross and blocked her by throwing the blade into the ground to obstruct her path.
"I know what you're thinking...you think thats your love don't you? That he's ok right? Well...he doesn't know who you are anymore and he isn't human anymore either. The virus has corrupted him, theres nothing you can do..."
Hopping off his crucifix, he sheathed ELI.
"When that door finally collapses you're just as much responsible for your own life as I am my own."
Sanity was something he was only barely clinging to.
The sound of the train's whistles and the smell of his surprisingly bubbly smoke was intoxicating. This eratic human being, not yet tainted but mentally unstable occupied the roof. His body felt heavy, but managing to stand up just fine.
"Did I...fall onto a train?" he said looking around as he could feel the breeze on his own body.
Looking off to the side, the space was yellow, expanded by clouds over clouds. He's never seen the space when traveling to other worlds look...like THIS. Shaking his head, he clutched his sixty-five roses after opening the top of the train. Ducking down and falling through the top, he stood with arms in both directions. His breathing could relax, as he found himself to be the only one on this car.
He moved and looked through the window of the next car, it was also empty.
"Huh. Whats a train doing running...un-" he stopped, and turned his head looking for the locomotive, there was no engineer aboard operating it either. Its dial was just set for Twilight Town Clock Tower.
He could see it coming into view from the distance. Staring at the board, he looked for "The World That Never Was" and it wasn't set on the dial, or rather it was missing. He looked confused, but his attention would avert, the estimated arrival time from the train's interworld positioning system (IWPS). Seven minutes.
"I don't know where you're going, but this must be a special train to rescue survivors. Good enough for me."