Hell Bound (Book 1): A Vacation From Hell Read Online Free PDF

minutes,” she says as she gets up from the ground and comes closer to us. “Everyone I saw was too afraid to talk to me, they just kept running.”
      “What happened? What was that sound on the train?” Mathew asks, his voice shaking.
        “I don’t know. All I heard on the emergency intercom was that the Conductor had to come to an emergency stop because someone was in the middle of the tracks and they would not move.”
       “Did we hit them?” I ask.
        “No, but the Conductor and the Engineer had to open the door to check out the person on the tracks, after an hour I heard the Conductor scream and all hell broke loose,” she says as she’s taking deep breaths too.          
    “My name is Katrina, but everyone calls me Kat.”
        “I am Samantha and this is my husband Mathew.” introducing us, as we shake her hand.
          “What do we do now?” Kat questions, a worried expression is written all over her face.
          “First we try to call for help,” I mention pulling my cell phone out of my bag. “I still don’t have service.” I hold up my phone and hold it above my head like that will somehow give me a bar or two.
         Then I show Kat and Mathew my phone. Disappointed, I put my phone back in my purse. Mathew and Kat check their phones, hoping for a different result. No, dice.
                  “OK then we will follow the tracks back to the hotel, maybe we will see someone else or maybe help is already on its way,” Mathew says to us.
            “Kat, do you know which way we need to go?” I question.
       “Yes, well kind of, I ran pretty far, but I am sure I can find the tracks from here.” We start walking towards the direction of where we just came from.
                  “Were you guys on vacation or something?”
           “Yeah, we thought the train ride to the Grand Canyon would be fun.”
           “It usually is. Never had anything like this happen before, do you guys have any kids?”
            “We have two boys; they are with my parents in California,” I answer. Thinking about our boys, hoping they are safe at home.
                  “I can see the tracks,” Kat motions, pointing.
      “Are we before or after where the train stopped?” Mathew asked
        “I think before, but I won’t know for sure until we get closer and we can get around these tall trees.”
         “Do we have to get close to the tracks? I really don’t want to go anywhere near the train.” I say, worried.
         “No, I just say we get a closer look,” Kat says as she slowly creeps around the trees.
                  All three of us look around the trees and see the train about one hundred yards up the tracks. My heart is pounding so hard that I grab Mathew’s hand hoping he could calm me down.
           “Ok, so let’s stay close enough to the tracks but far enough in the trees so we can stay hidden from whatever that was on the train,” I whisper and look around nervously. Just being this close to the death train scares me.
               Mathew and Kat agree and we start walking along the tree line. Each of us keeps looking behind us to see if we can see anyone or anything.                                   
         We see no one; it’s so quiet, not even a bird chirping in the trees.
        “There were eighty people on the train, where did they all go?” Kat’s whispers nervously.
                  Mathew and I don’t answer, I’m not sure if I want to know the answer to that question. We don’t see anything but trees; Joshua trees, shrubs and weeds as we continue walking, hopefully toward the hotel. I’m so exhausted, thirsty and scared.
                  We should have seen someone by now, but we haven’t heard or seen anyone since we ran into Kat. 
       “How long have you been working on the