Jill stood next to carlos at the train's controls, looking out as the dark ruins of Raccoon slowly slipped past. They couldn't see much by the yel-lowed beam of the single headlight, but there were nu-merous small fires blazing unchecked and a partial moon shone its cold light down on it all -- debris-packed streets, broken, boarded windows, living shad-ows that swayed and wandered aimlessly. "Keep it slow," Jill said. "If the tracks are blocked and we're going too fast…" Carlos shot her an irritated look. "Gee, I hadn't thought about that. Gracias."

His sarcasm invited a reply, but Jill was too tired to banter, and her body felt like a single, massive bruise.

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