The stranger stopped after giving the thin girl a few more oats and proceeded to give the oats to the woman, giving her more at a time than with the child.
Rain and thunder echoed throughout the carriage. And the train’s rattle made it more difficult to nurse the two ghost-like humans.
He then turned back to the bottle he had left alone and went back to shaking it. When it seemed somewhat well mixed he started giving the milk to the crumbling girl.
“Damn, you know what you’re doing.”
“Well, I had more than enough time in my Boss’ waiting room to gather some knowledge… Could you do me a favour and prepare some more milk?”
“Sure.”
As he fed Ela, a rotting hand grabbed his shoulder. The stranger lost all strength in his body causing him to let go of the bottle. The father fell to his side unable to support himself with his arm.
The child continued to drink milk “Dady, you’ve been eating well without us, haven’t you? You’re so plump and selfish now. Why did you leave us behind?” She finished the rest of the milk and threw the empty bottle behind her. Small hands reached out and touched him as pieces of her skin fell onto his.
Eyes sunken. Skin cracked. Muscles shrinked. His breathing grew weaker as his body slowly withered. The stranger’s eyes slowly slid shut for the last time.
Meanwhile, the boy finally looked up from his intense milk bottle shaking.
“Oh.” He said noticing the situation. He proceeded to brutally rip the stranger out of the clutches of the two corpses. He then dropped him back on the floor.
“Outch!” said the poor man weakly.
With the button pressed the door slid open. The boy picked the skinny father back up and dragged him through to the next carriage.
“No! Noooooo! Let me stay with them! Please! Don’t take me away! Leave me here I’d rather die than leave them! PLEASE!” He pleaded while unsuccessfully trying to break out of the red one’s grasp. His voice was painfully loud like a siren. The boy rolled his eyes as the sliding door slid shut.
Thunder came back with a vengeance, rumbling louder than usual.
The stranger’s eyes were closing again. He seemed even weaker than before and his skin had started to peel.
“Hey. Hey! Stay with me! Come one stay awake… hum… what was your name again?”
“I-It’s Ibrahim”
“Wow, what a painfully common name.” He said, lifting the stranger’s head.
“I’ve been holding back from saying this for a while but... You’re really an assho-” The boy shoved the bottle of milk into Ibrahim’s mouth.
“As much as I’d love to watch you crackle and pop, I still need you alive.”
Ibrahim answered with a “Hmph” of disdain.
“There is no way out, there is only through.” He said, turning back to Ibrahim.
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