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To say that Sarah was pissed would be an understatement. For once she'd been minding her own business, not bothering anybody when she got nabbed. Or at least that's what she assumed anyway. The exact circumstances that lead her to be in this train car were unclear. But she was pretty sure she hadn't been punching someone's face in or running from the cops. There was only a vague memory of being hauled around by a couple suits and then waking up here. The sensation of train movement was a familiar one. She'd freighthopped a few times so she knew right away that wherever she was going was probably a good distance. You don't put stuff on a train if it's just going across town. 

That said this was more like a prison on wheels. Being locked up wasn't unfamiliar but this was like a suped up juvi you'd find in a comic book. Full metal walls, extra solid door, no windows, and fed through a slot. Initially the girl had almost laughed until she nearly broke her hand attempting to throw a solid punch at the door. Her strength and resilience had vanished. Clearly whoever had her locked up they knew what they were doing and what they were up against. This did scare her since it meant that her captors were in a league of their own. But that fear ended up masked behind anger and frustration. After making a whole lot of noise and banging on the walls either no one could hear or they didn't care.

Eventually giving into the present circumstance the teenager just found herself trying to keep herself entertained whilst fuming. Not a lot to do trapped in a metal box other that wait and twiddle one's thumbs. Plotting to take advantage of the next opportunity to maul one of the guards was the best solace she had for the moment. Her wish was soon to be answered, though not in a way she expected. 

Sarah had been laying down when the lights flickered. It was just enough for her to open her eyes before the horrendous sound of groaning and squealing metal filled her ears. A train wreck was deadly under most circumstances to all onboard and the rude awakening caused a moment of panic as her body was tossed around. Thankfully whatever mechanism that had been inhibiting her powers was down. Becoming another dangerous flying object the car she was in landed on one end and crumpled like a can. 

Being physically unharmed, well mostly, Sarah was still in a daze. What the hell just happened? It took a solid two minutes before she got her wits about her and pried herself loose from the twisted wreckage. The scene before her looked like what you would expect, but nothing ever prepares you for. There wasn't any time to stand around in shock and awe though. Whoever's train this was were likely to learn of what happened and come rummaging through there. Spotting a stream she groaned lightly from her sore body. Aside from the discomfort though she was fine and walked away from the carnage like she hadn't just been in it.

Arriving at the stream she looked around. Not one for geography or knowing the kind of plant life on any area it was hard to make out where she was. It was hilly with lots of trees. The middle of nowhere basically. This is great. Wilderness survival was not her thing. Whilst piecing together what to do she noticed that others were making their way down to the stream as well. Though from what she could tell they were a lot worse for wear than she was. None of them appeared to be dressed in any kind of uniform like some of the dead guards or appeared armed. Feeling rather confident she didn't make much on an effort to hide. If one of them wanted to make trouble she should be able to overpower them by their injuries alone.