User blog:Russian One/The Lightning Strike- Part Two

After he awakened from a twelve hour sleep, Nathan decided that he didn’t wish to wait around for help that might not even come. With a final glance at the abandoned train, he started walking up ahead. He walked up a hill, around a bend, up another hill and he found… darkness? But then he noticed stars, the moon... the amusement park was closed, but he made it out alive. He was almost at the station, where he could escape out of the ancient, rusted, and demented track. Then, he heard a blaring rumble- the train was coming behind him! And Nathan realized that of he didn’t run swiftly enough, there would be a new addition to the cemetery where the people of his village went when... deceased. Nathan ran like a dolphin caught on fire. In other words, he ran without hesitation. When he reached the station, he climbed up to the surface where you wait it line to board the Lighting Strike. Only one short second later, the train pass by him, speeding faster than a bullet. Not that Nathan actually knew how fast bullets travelled exactly. But they were fast, he knew that.

After he spent an estimated four minutes staring straight ahead at the brick wall that was the other side of the station, staring at the colourful, neon, vivid graffiti that was plastered on it, while soaking in the alarming situation he had only just narrowly escaped from. Finally, relief fell over him unlike ever before. He was now safe, and it was a luxury he never noticed before. Did it really take a near-death experience to appreciate the aspect of being safe? Nathan then walked to the parking lot, feeling dizzy, as if he could not stand without falling. Was that just a crazy dream?

When he was in his Lamborghini, he speeded 170 mph over the speed limit of 60. He just wanted to go home, back in his igloo in Mount Lekanon. Nathan experienced an emotion he never experienced before- tragic, disastrous, catastrophic memories. Before, he would have considered when his fishing rod fell down the ice hole to be catastrophic, but it wasn’t. Catastrophic meant being in a situation where you may loose something important that you cannot replace. Life isn’t replaceable, but a fishing rod is. It was all appalling, what he was feeling. What about the appreciative thoughts Nathan thought of, such as the simple fact he was home, safe from the dangers that lurk 7,500 feet under Aspen Point Amusement Park? It was easily the most emotional feeling that Nathan had ever experienced.

Eh, I didn't like it. I just went on an on and on and on about how tragic everything was. I didn't like it. I'm considering doing an alternate ending, what do you think? If you have not seen Part One, read it first. It is called "The Lighting Strike- Part One"

Wasn't that easy?