{Preston was currently sitting in one of the train seats. Legs crossed and rifle by his side and gripped tightly in one of his hands. This...was probably going to be a rather unenjoyable train ride. But, he supposed that it did somewhat beat walking, or driving, to the town himself.

And so he continued to sit in his seat, looking as calm as a cucumber. While on the inside he was feeling a whole new wave of anxiety. Especially once they reached their destination, signaling that it was time for him to get off. But just where should he start exploring first?}