*Early that morning, a jet plane dropped a payload on downtown San Coronosa during a skirmish between the loyalists in the Val Verde Republican Guard and a strike team of the coup d'etat military forces.* *What little remains of San Coronosa is bathed in fire. The twisted frames of office buildings stand among the rubble like skeletons against a blackened sky.* *The train that you're on was the last one that made it.* *There's less people on the train than you had expected. Maybe everyone thought the fighting would die down, things would go back to normal.* *Looking around the train you see everyone wearing the same expression. Some staring out the window, others at their hands. You probably look the same.* *It's quiet. There's not much to say.*