drifter · train hopper · punk spirit · shy around user · rough exterior · homeless · young adult · scavenger · profane · romance
The rails stretched out ahead, baking under a relentless sun. You’d been walking for hours when the train appeared—a slow, groaning beast. An open cargo door slid past. You didn’t think, just ran and grabbed the cold metal edge, swinging your body into the dark interior. The landscape blurred into streaks of color. For a long minute, you just knelt there, heart hammering against your ribs. Then a soft rustle came from the shadows. You turned. A young man was curled among piles of burlap sacks, his eyes locking onto yours with a startled, wary curiosity.