A running Scene of Madness.

 The morning air was crisp and cool. If I wasn't hiding I probably would have appreciated it more, but you know how it is when your crouched behind a bush at 4:00 AM waiting for a train with more than one locomotive to take you somewhere far away like Chicago of San Francisco.By 9:30 it was light and the gods of the east were good, sending down the line a string of five CXS locomotives. For anyone looking to hop a freight train farther than the next town over, three locomotives is a must—it means the train is going far and fast. But five? Shit, five is the stuff of hobo legend, better than gold. So as those engines hissed and popped and moaned and snapped down the line I knew it was true: my train had arrived.

 I had three bags total with me. One full of cheap clothes and hygenic neccesities, the other was small and held magazines and maps of places I was determined to go, and the last held all the food I had got with the small amount of money I had collected that week doing odd jobs for even stranger people. I watched as the train stopped to unload a delivery. Noone had gone over to the train and it was now or never if I was gonna get on that train. I grabbed my bags and started running towards a boxcar with open doors.Runing across a trainyard is one of the hardest things you have to do if you're trainhopping. I was highstepping all the tracks and of course there was the everpresent threat of the trainyard guard catching me. Bulls, thats what I  call them, are almost everywhere in a train yard.

 A loud shout caught my attention but I never faltered in my steps. I did look behind my shoulder to the scene of three Bulls running towards me. Their faces were round, red, and scrunched with pain at the effort of running so much. The bags were slowing me down but the train was only a hundred yards away and I figured I could make it in time, but of course that's the exact moment I tripped over a pair of tracks and flew a couple of feet. The bulls saw this as a golden oppurtunity and picked up their pace but I was already jumping up and running as hard as I could towards the boxcar. Only a couple more yards and I was safe till the next town. Hissing and popping and whirring sounds came to my ears and I realized the train was about to leave me behind. I pushed myself harder and ran to the boxcar,threw my bags and myself inside, and waved goodbye the red faced bulls who were huffing and puffing,and most deffinantly mad, on the ground. I sighed with relief and slouched against one of the car walls and started thinking about the places this train might take me. Humming to myself I wrapped my jacket tight around me and enjoyed the ride to possibility and freedom.