#WritcoStoryPrompt113
Write a story about a time-train. You're standing right in the midst of a railroad track.
"There are two sides to every story: One that is positive and the other is negative. You have to choose between two sides, but you have no idea which one is which."

All Kas could think about from the words stained blue on the stone brick walls were:

So this is death.

Well, limbo, a path through death the ending will be the same though,

He was dead.

Or dying, he wasn't entirely sure. It made no nevermind to him, his fate was pretty pointless and quite worthless.

Still he shrugged kicking a loose pebble the sound reverbed around the tube tunnel he could see his own breath though he did not feel cold.

He shrugged off his jacket and was somewhat surprised to see the gaping hole in his heart. So that's how the great Kas Windler died, shot in the heart bleed in mere seconds and fell stone cold.

He poked at the wound in wonder it left a trail of dark blue on his fingertips it stung slightly when he pushed on it but then a soft thump began its rhythmic charge, almost like a heart beat if he imagined hard enough.

Kas looked back to the wall with the words, rereading them delicately, 'two sides to a story' Well, isn't that just poetic? He thought his story had ended a long time ago.

Looking down the train tracks, they stretched on tartar and tartar like the edges of the world, there was no end, yet there was no light at either side, both being dark and musky smelling.

"Does that make this the epilogue?" He asked to no one, his words pathetically wavered and fractured into...