The air is much clearer up near the elevated railway, allowing for safe breathing without the need for proper ventilation. Miguel removes his gas mask and wipes the sweat from his forehead. "[i]Too damn hot[/i]," he grumbles. Then, he drops to one knee and slides his backpack off to retrieve a half-empty bottle of water. The warm liquid hardly brings any relief as it burns the back of his dry throat. Miguel winces at the feeling, shoves the bottle back into his bag, and squints his eyes against the sunshine as he scans the surrounding rooftops. Finally, he rises to his feet and carefully begins to stroll along the tracks, heading north. 

The sun has slowly started to sink behind the horizon, leaving a gloomy city behind. He knows its a bad idea to be wandering around after dark. His most likely destination is the city hall. With lots of rooms - and places to hide from view of any potential snipers outside - it should be a safe place to rest for the night.

During his journey along the railway, Miguel comes to an abandoned passenger train of 5 carriages. Two of them have run off the track and now hang over the side, suspended by the other three. Their windows are dark and uninviting. Most of the doors, which are electronically controlled, look as though they are sealed shut and would probably take a good hour to pry open. A single door near the back of the train seems to be the only plausible way inside.

Miguel approaches and cautiously steps into the carriage. Immediately, he finds a service panel adjacent to the door. Popping a small latch, he opens the panel to reveal a switchboard consisting of several large, color-coded switches. Below is a listing of each of their functions. Miguel's attention is drawn to another panel above the switchboard, however. He pops the latch and opens it to reveal an emergency LED flashlight. Retrieving it, he checks to see if the thing still works. With the press of a button, it flicks to life in a sudden burst of bright light. Miguel lets out a sigh of relief as he shines it throughout the extent of the carriage. The floor is littered with glass from the shattered windows. There isn't much of anything useful, just a few random items strewn about. Miguel dismisses them and steps back out onto the tracks. He gives a quick glance back the way he'd come - to make sure nobody has followed him - before proceeding north, en route to the city hall.