A train appears from out of nowhere, a bullet train bolting within the very second of its life as if it has no time left on this Earth. Where it is headed is anyone’s guess, and there are those who can be seen through the windows frightened for their very lives.
Lives that are in danger, and can end at any second, if no force of nature intervenes to save these passengers first. All of a sudden, the train derails and several passengers manage to escape, unaware of what went wrong just now.
One of them is a 30 something year old passenger named Matthew Grant, looks around for any solution, any trace of help they can receive, but they are in the middle of the woods where no one is around or can hear them scream for help. He kneels to help one of passengers who lies on the ground bleeding.
”You’re going to be okay, just relax.”
He asks this, with no idea if there is any hope for this passenger or not, every second he is losing more and more blood. Yet Matthew applies pressure to the passenger’s stomach with his own jacket. He notices the passenger’s head keeps moving from side to side with his eyes rolling back into their sockets. Matthew steps away from him, realizing he is now dead.
Not long after, he and the other surviving passengers are gathering up dirt with their hands, and make a burial spot for this deceased passenger, as they themselves do not have a shovel anywhere near this area. Matthew places his body inside the freshly dug grave where he and the other passengers bury him before moving on.
Matthew leads the surviving passengers through the woods, having just been in a train accident, and having seen one of their own die before their very eyes. He must assume a leadership role within the group. For they have now been transformed from passengers on a train to a small band of survivors who are finding a way through this crisis.
Yet from a distance Matthew sees another dead body, could one of the passengers have been thrown from the train when it derailed? This will make the second body he will have helped buried within the last few minutes, yet he looks back at each of the other survivors and they all appear to be okay. He moves toward the body to get a closer look at who it is.
It turns out to be someone dressed like Merlin, the wizard from the medieval King Arthur stories, complete with a cone shaped wizard’s hat and dressed in a robe, and both are decorated half shaped moons. Matthew gazes at the dead body wearing this outlandish costume of someone’s storybook fantasy. Yet all of a sudden, there is a note lying on his chest.
I know you stole that treasure chest from me, and I am coming after you. After all of these years, you are still so high and mighty, thinking you are The Gods’ gift to wizardry, the very craft we all live by, but you have turned it into a marketing tool. One that has made you rich and famous while most of us now live in squalor.
– The Rainmaker
Taking a closer look at the note, Matthew notices it appears to be written in blood, and backs away from the dead body. A very strange body, one dressed in clothes one would not find in our modern era, much less in our own reality. A reality that often laughs or scoffs at such things. The kind of laughter that would torment or ridicule an individual wearing such clothes.
Yet Matthew is not laughing one bit, he does not say a word as his eyes widen in horror over the sight in front of him. A wizard apparently out of The Middle Ages has been murdered over buried treasure after he himself just buried another dead body after a trainwreck. There are no words to express how bizarre all of this truly is.
Lisa Cooper, a beautiful blonde in her twenties, walks up behind the dark haired Matthew, and they both gaze at the body with the other passengers from the trainwreck in the background. The two of them stand here together as this deceased old wizard with long white hair and a beard has yet to be given a proper burial and there are no police officers around anywhere.
”You want to start laying him to rest?”
She asks this, but Matthew shakes his head, and distances himself even further from the body. Walking away, he has this scowl on his face, as if he wishes he were somewhere else. Looking down at the old wizard, this remains the second dead body he has seen today, and still looks around to see if there is any sign of a police station where he can report the murder.
Yet there is not one in sight, how can there not be a police station in this area? Combing through the trees, he notices there is a building nearby, but it is sure not a police station. Matthew shakes his head, not knowing what to think of anything around here. Getting closer to this building, he sees some bartender serving drinks through the window.
Stepping away from what has turned out to be a bar or a tavern, he is confused over whether or not to go inside and tell the bartender what has happened. Would he be willing to help, or would he just laugh at him and ignore the horrors of the current situation he and the other passengers are in right now? Looking back into the direction of the woods, Matthew walks through to get the others.
”Hey! We might be able to get some help!”
He screams this as he runs back for them, and notices they each have his attention. Grabbing the note from the old wizard’s dead body, Matthew points with his index fingers toward the path he just returned from where the tavern is located. As he leads the way, they follow in behind him, headed through the woods and toward the tavern, each of them hoping for answers.
Inching further, Matthew approaches it slowly, as if everything seems surreal. A few of the sights he has seen today after the trainwreck are the exact opposite of reality, a reality that is supposed to show things that are more practical, such as 9 to 5 jobs and buying your own house. These bizarre occurrences however, feature none of these things.