(Song: The walking dead by Dr. Akula. It's not available on YT. Please use Spotify.)

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It had been over two hours, waiting for the train. Ruth was getting restless. Suddenly she heard her phone buzz.

"Ah! Who's this now?" She frowned, not being pretty much interested.

"Aiden? Why on earth is he ringing me up?" Whining about it, she hesitantly picked her fiancé's call.

"Yup?"

"Where are you?"

"At the station, waiting for the train."

"I am coming. It's getting late..." Ruth couldn't hear Aiden as she spotted the whistling train that echoed in the silent-cold platform.

"The train's here. Bye. You need not come."

"But-"

"'kay Bye!" Ruth didn't let Aiden complete his sentence and hurriedly got up on the closest compartment. Looking around a little, she spotted a seat beside a foreign looking woman in an exotic evening dress, quite odd for a train journey.

Ruth walked to the seat and sat beside the woman, and plugged in her earphones, listening to another song, the activity she has been doing for the past two hours.

The woman looked at her, looking no older that twenty-five. Ruth felt the pair of eyes on her and turned to look at the woman.

"Hello." Ruth took the move.

The woman gave no replies, staring straight into her soul. The train entered the tunnel and the lights on the train went out. As the train got past the tunnel, the lights were back, making Ruth notice that the woman beside her had vanished out of the thin air.

"Wha- where... Where did the woman go?" Ruth gasped at the empty seat next to her.

The train slowed down, stopping at another station. A man, looking sauve in his tight black shirt, paired with denim jeans and adorned with a white silver wrist watch, boarded the same compartment as Ruth. He had oval-almond shaped eyes and a nearly perfect triangular nose with a round top and straight edges. His plump lips: the bottom lip fuller than the above; and fairly pale, porcelain skin added the zenith handsomeness.

All the seats were occupied except for the one beside Ruth, where the woman was seating.

The man politely asked,"May I have the seat beside you?"

"Yeah. Sure." Moving a little for the godly visual treat, Ruth spoke in agreement.

Ruth got back on her phone when the man beside her unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt and sat relaxingly. Ruth hit his wide shoulders while adjusting herself.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" The man asked her.

"No, 'tis alright. Just settling..."

"Oh! By the way, I'm Alex. People call me Jinnie."

"I'm Ruth, Ruth Johnston." She curved her pale lips, flashing a smile at him.

The man turned back to his seat. Ruth examined the man's face and felt a strange resemblance, as if she knew him.

She mustered up her courage and asked, "Hey, Do I know you?"

"Me? I don't... Have we met before?"

"I don't remember. Your face seems familiar."

"O' that! Yeah, you probably saw me on the headlines, today."

Ruth gazed at his face, trying to recall the news she read while waiting for the train. The morning news paper was pretty bland, having no major updates about the world, except the headlines, that attracted the cries of empathy from all.

A middle-aged aunt had handed her the news paper before boarding when she asked her for the reason of her sudden sorrow.

It was a death news. But she wasn't able to remember it well. She read it only once, that also, around 3 hours ago at half past nine.

"What was..." She mumbled.

"Try." He encouraged her to remember, like he was a celebrity and she, his fan.

"The headlines... Oh!" She muttered to herself.

❝ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴇᴏ ᴏꜰ ᴀʟᴇxɪꜱ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴᴍᴇɴᴛ, ᴀʟᴇx ᴋɪᴍ, ꜰᴏɴᴅʟʏ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴊɪɴɴɪᴇ, ᴘᴀꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ 29, ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀɪʀꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ 59ᴛʜ ꜰʟᴏᴏʀ...❞

"You remember it now?" He asked.

"Yeah! You fell from the 59th floor. Wait what?" A fit of laughter erupted from his lips as the lights went out.

"I was killed..."

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Ruth? Ruth, you woke up?" Ruth opened her eyes to see her bethrothed sitting next to her.

"Where am I?" Her voice trembled, as she tried to speak. The aching sensation in her head had badly caused her a hangover like feeling.

"In our house, bub. You fainted on the platform." Said Aiden with care in his manly voice.

"Huh? Platform? When did I board off? I was on the train..." Her voice was faintly audible.

"No trains came yesterday, darling. They were all suspended because of the heavy rain."

"Rain? No trains? But... That foreign woman... And... And that man... Jinnie..." She tried remembering everything from the last night.

"You were dreaming, bub."

"But... Compartment 72..."

"Compartment 72? There's no compartment 72."

"But..."

"You should rest. I'll leave for work now." Aiden planted a small kiss on her forehead and exited the room.

"No compartment 72... No train... Then... What..."

"I did not fall. I was killed..."

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Hey Rosairises,
I generally don't write horror themes
But this was written as a class work.
Although the names were given different, Alex was an original character.

Ma'am had made sure no one would change the idea because of the first lines.
You know I'm disobedient...
So yeah!

Alex was based on Jinnie, which is ofcourse
　Kim Seokjin, but this won't be considered a Fanfiction.

And oh! The train on the cover, that was an actual image I clicked while I was on a trip.
I edited it out haha.

Anyways, ByeBye!