>>5877662"We're here in Hokkaido for the class trip. And sure, you aren't doing anything wrong. But will your teacher, Mr. Ito of class 1-F, think that? He's not sticking his head out the window to chew your ass out. So I'm assuming something has gone wrong in your train car, and when that's sorted out, he's going to be spitting fire and looking to scorch your asses. It'd be a shame if he decided to prevent you from participating in the class trip because of it. I can see it now. The three of you stuck at the cabin when everyone is climbing up all those mountains in the National Park."
That gets their attention. You can see their eyes glow with the slow dawning realization of consequences; their imaginations now prey on their minds. It doesn't help that the teacher of 1-F is a hard-ass, no-fun guy. You didn't need a long spiel to cajole and convince them.
"Hm, oh, and those conductors would get pretty mad too. Who knows, maybe they'll force you to drag the dead animal from under the train. Let's see, a train travels about a hundred kilometers per hour and weighs a few tons. My god, the impact. All that blood and guts and..." You don't have to continue.
"Fine! Fine! We get it already!" The three boys pale; perhaps it's at the very idea of not being able to explore and enjoy Hokkaido's wilderness, or maybe it's the gruesome gore of whatever hit the train. In either case, they're ready to head back. The students watching your exchange are impressed and a little disappointed that the adventurous trio aren't going to provide any entertainment.
You beam at them, proud of your accomplishment, but that pride is cut short.
You hear a scream. It is a prolonged and blood-curdling one; a flush of fear raises goose bumps on your skin. You're not the only one affected by the scream; every single student freezes upon hearing the despairing keen. The chatter of young voices silenced as each head turned to the source of the scream.
Something is happening at the head of the train.
The heads of everyone snap to try and see what is happening. It is a sight that chills the blood.
It's a gigantic insect of some sort. Skittering all over the fallen conductor and repeatedly stabbing him with a long, sharp proboscis. It reminds you of a biology book showing the sharp needle-like point of a mosquito magnified a thousandfold. The head of the thing bobs up and down as it pushes and pulls the point in and out of the unfortunate screaming man. The abdomen of the thing begins to glow an eerie green, as though it is sucking and storing something other than blood within its body.
Soon enough, the conductor stops screaming. Stops moving... Oh god, did he stop breathing!?
The thing turns about searching for someone else to feed on; it focuses its attention on the group of students outside of the train car.
The four of you.
It starts skittering straight at you.