((Summary: Max is moving towards the back of the train to confront Oner. Or whatever is back there really. Max is operating under the assumption that Oner is probably lagging behind.))
Max to went soaring out of his seat when the train came to an abrupt halt. He managed to catch himself with his hands as he hit the ground, but he also lost his knife during the fall.After getting up and taking account of his surroundings, he examined the floor and found it under his seat. He made sure to keep his head low to avoid the gunshots and took careful treads over the shattered glass.
He looked over and saw Everett was also having similar problems. It appeared his medical supplied were all in good form, but Max didn't know if the others deserved medical treatment. He could also hear the screams of the poor son of a bitch who fell off the train from the top. So ridiculous...
"Oh so true," Max said calmly to Everett's complaints. "I am tired of this ridiculousness to. Just keep hold of those supplies, I'm taking this in my own hands." Max reached into his vest and pulled out his revolver, keeping it in his right hand with his switchblade in the left hand. He proceeded to walk away and leave the train car.
He continued this process and kept traveling through the cars, looking for the end. He figured that Oner was a distance behind due to falling off his horse. Max would not give him a chance to flee. He would intercept and excecute. His plan was to make it to the back of the train and look around for the fat lard.
With his gun ready, Max walked through the final train car, ready to face whatever came.
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