District 8 Train

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Thomas took gentle steps onto the train, the door slamming shut behind him. Looking to the left and right, he discovered a light to his left and decided to walk towards it. Striding towards the door, Thomas gently eases it open and takes a small peek inside. The cart, he discovered, was the food cart. Fully sliding the door open, he stepped inside of the cart and glanced around. He didn't notice anyone, but safely assumed that someone, be it district partner or mentor, would show up. Stepping towards a cart with food on it, Thomas looked around. Sifting through the foodstuffs, he grabbed a muffin. "Don't know what kind this is, but I really don't care. Some nice food," he thought to himself. Moving towards another cart, he grabbed a couple of bottles of water and made his way around the cart. He took in his surroundings, hopefully not for the last time.

Guiding himself to the table, Thomas slid into the booth on one side. Lifting his legs, he placed his back to the wall and legs on the booth seat, making himself comfortable as the train rattled along. As he finished his muffin, enough to fill him for the moment, he glanced out the window across from him, watching the scenery. "First time out of the District and I am heading towards my grave. That's just dandy." Laying his head against the wall behind him, Thomas closed his eyes. "Someone will be here, and when they get here, they can wake me up." With that thought, Thomas took a final swig of water, closed the bottle and set it on the table, and began to doze off.