DovahBeat
The Flame of Kamura
Blaise dug his heels against Wyld Fyre's sides, urging the mustang to go faster. They needed to keep up with this train, they desperately needed the supplies. Food, water, medicine, ammo, this train had it all. It was unfortunate they couldn't hijack the whole train. They needed to board the train and grab what they could, then leave before they got caught, or worse, killed.
Blaise steered the horse up close to one of the flatbed cars of the train, standing up in the saddle before jumping off and throwing himself onto the train. He quickly stood back up, glancing around for the rest of his rag-tag posse in this strange new world.
He'd been living in this world for probably about a month now, after a great earthquake shook the land and the ground opened up right in their camp, separating him and Beau from the rest of their posse. Including their adopted son. Blaise really hoped he was okay, he kept telling himself that he had the rest of the posse and Bullet, his hunting dog. They'd be able to manage. Hopefully.
The next thing he knew after that was that he was lying face first in the snow, in a completely unfamiliar environment. At least Beau was still with him and safe...
Blaise turned his attention to the other cars on the train. He either needed to stop the train or slow it down enough for the wagon to keep up so they could transfer supply crates. He ran up to the nearest car and opened the door, rushing inside with his revolver out, just in case. After determining the car to be clear, he looked for an emergency brake, or anything to slow or stop the train honestly.