Randell woke to the rumbling of stampeding cattle, and the sound of a freighter coming into port. His friends pickup accelerated and raced towards the closing gate, “I can make it... “ he muttered. Randell, who thought that his life was more valuable than time, lunged to grab the steering wheel. The truck skidded to a stop on top of the tracks, blowing out the tires in the process. A long high pitched squeal rang out as the train stopped, the buffers kissing the door of the truck.

Randall crawled out, stumbled off the tracks and fell to the ground. He stared at the grass yelling profanity at it. After 15 minutes of damning things to hell, he ran out of breath. He could not have imagined what might have happened if the train didn't stop in time. Suddenly he felt extremely tired. He looked back at the train and fell into the grass.

Randell woke to the rumbling of stampeding cattle, and the sound of a freighter coming into port. His friends pickup accelerated. Randell lunged to grab the steering wheel. The truck skidded to a stop on top of the tracks and was swiftly crushed by the oncoming train.