| Helljack
And then, when she stood up next to her slim bed, everything outside the windows went black. At first Janis assumed it was a tunnel. But after a moment of standing in the dark, Janis realized that the sound was all wrong, that the train wasn't echoing the way it usually did in a tunnel; no hammering of metal wheels on tracks, the racket amplified by the tunnel walls. If anything, the train had gotten quieter since entering the tunnel, but that had to be some peculiarity of acoustics.
When the darkness persisted, Janis lowered herself into her seat. Somewhere, far off down the length of the train, someone screamed -- not briefly, but a long, sustained wail. Years in the ER told Janis that the scream was caused by some sort of deep pain, not fear or any other source. That person was in agony. Janis scrunched instinctively down, hunching her shoulders, looking into the perfect blackness outside the window. Her hand was already on the icy door handle, heading toward the sound of the screaming.

Then the train burst into the light again, and they were no longer in the Rocky Mountains.
Continued...
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What the critics said about "Helljack":
"Helljack" by Tim Pratt and Michael J. Jasper is great fun–bloody, scary kind of fun... I enjoyed this story quite a bit, mostly because it manages to be gruesome and entertaining, yet never takes itself too seriously."
— E. Sedia, Tangent Online
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