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this year.”
     
    The man stared blankly.
     
    Another man dressed in a suit, plump and stout with grey hair, much older than the first approached.
     
    Ned turned around, more of the men started towards him.  They said nothing.  They walked slowly.
     
    He was puzzled.  They didn’t speak.  Yet, they had some form of communication.  Perhaps telepathic.  They were closing in on him that was for sure.
     
    Uneasy, he backed away.
     
    The plump fellow spoke up, eyes intent, staring directly at him, “Where’s the train?”
     
    “Huh?” Ned asked.
     
    Cotter didn’t have a train.
     
    “Where’s the train?” He asked again.
     
    Ned’s eyes widened.
     
    “The railroad tracks.  We built them,” another man chimed in.  This fellow was young, about Ned’s age, and that seemed to make him a bit more open.
     
    “You built the tracks,” Ned was thinking.  Maybe this was some type of reenactment.
     
    “Where is the train?” The man demanded.
     
    “I want to see the train,” cried another.
     
    Ned Lunder was running, his feet moving fast.  He found his way out of the crowd and out of the park.  Something strange was going on at the Railroad Worker’s Memorial.
     
    He paused to catch his breath, hands on his knees.  The strange railroad men were following him.  He started again, drawing distance between them, although he never looked back.
     
    Charlie Dempster and his wife Millicent were on route to the secret facility in the woods.  Their entire heads covered in burlap sacks.  Their bodies in the back of a trunk.  No ordinary trunk.  This was a top of the line, state of the art vehicle.  Bullet proof for protection.  The car was so technologically advanced it would make a tech geek wish to the tech Gods he had invented it.
     
    Charlie heard of the vehicle, he was an internationally known researcher and intellectual mind in certain circles, government circles, and spy circles, anything secretive that was the world he lived in.
     
    Bound but not gagged, he apologized again to Millicent. 
     
    Silent in the trunk of the car, he knew where they were headed.  Back to the place he ran from a mere few hours ago, when they raised that man from the dead.
     
    He heard the crackling of the speakers; the vehicle had a complete stereo system which resonated in the trunk.
     
    The voice came over the speaker loud and clear.
     
    “Sorry to be so cruel Charlie.”
     
    He wasn’t gagged but might have well been.  Dare he reply?  Were these men now capable of killing him and Millicent?  Did he know too much?
     
    “What do you want from me?” He asked.
     
    “Well, Charlie….the research was successful.   It appears it is possible to raise someone from the dead.”
     
    “Yes, I know I saw it with my own two eyes.   How he did it.  I’ll never know.”
     
    The he, Charlie was referring to, was a man from a strange obscure almost extinct tribe they had procured from a jungle in the Amazon over two years ago.
     
    “The how is imperative now Charlie.  That’s why we need you?”
     
    “You still have him?”
     
    “Yes we have him.”
     
    “What about the dead man,” he sighed long, “I mean the living man?”
     
    “He’s contained.”
     
    “I want out,” Charlie insisted.
     
    “I’m afraid that’s not possible.  We need you Charlie.”
     
    “What if I say no?”
     
    There was no answer.
     
    “What then?  What now?”  Charlie asked.
     
    “I’m about to tell you something that doesn’t leave this car.  This trunk,” said the man on the other side of the speaker, “The whole town of Cotter is about to find out.”        
     
    “Oh God,” Charlie screamed, “No.”
     
    “It’s out of our control now Charlie.  You see he didn’t just raise one dead man.  He raised all the dead in the entire town.”
     
    Silence.
     
    On the other side of town, Rachel and Joey Rimble experienced a miracle only to be completely destroyed.
     
    Rachel