"I think I'm just gonna take a nap. The unconscious is good for-" Julia stopped herself.
"Nevermind. See you all in two hours."
Dammit, stop pulling quotes out of nowhere! I don't even believe in all the stupid nonsense I'm spitting out of my mouth! But somehow, Julia knew that what she did believe once in what she said. She just couldn't remember where it was from.
Nap.
Blissfully oblivious to the songs and arguments of your teammates, you curl up on one of the couch-like seats of the train and doze off.
"Hmm. Good logistics are the key to victory, I suppose". Check supplies. If we are supplied with individual packs, check contents of pack. If we have some sort of storage car, acquire a writing implement and some paper and make an inventory.
"Indeed. That, and intelligence, both as in foreknowledge and the ability to think."
Help inventory supplies. Chat with anyone not napping about what it could be.
Keep an eye on Julia.
The two of you borrow a pencil and clipboard from the conductor and head to the storage car, writing down everything inside.
One Remington coach gun
Two Smith & Wesson model one pistols
Two Winchester 1866 rifles
Three sticks of dynamite
One black powder charge
One cavalry saber
Three Arkansas Toothpicks
Seven tomahawks
One first aid kit
Twelve shotgun shells (Eleven after Kuzma's loaded up)
Sixty rounds of rifle ammunition (Forty-five after Kuzma's loaded up)
Sixty rounds of pistol ammunition (Fifty-one after Kuzma's loaded up)
Ten cans of beans
One jug of whiskey
One jug of water
One can of coffee
Fifty feet of rope
Five large burlap sacks
One tinderbox
There's also a note:
There'll be a train at noon tomorrow to pick you up, and one the day after that if things take longer than expected. The area around the town's all open desert though, so there shouldn't be many places for the monster to hide outside of the town itself.Disassemble my guns, clean'em, then assemble them back. Make sure I have plently of ammo.
You take your rifle and revolver apart and polish them, being sure to get the dust out of the joints where it tends to accumulate before putting them back together. Then you head to the storage car where Otto and Carl are taking stock and load them. Fifteen rounds for the Winchester, and nine rounds for the LeMat, as well as a single shotgun shell in the second barrel.
Corran snorts in amusement for a moment before settling down and closing his eyes with his private pack now back on his back.
"Try to remember about logistics and intelligence when we face that thing later. I'll be focusing on surviving these monsters again.
If you find any tomahawks in your packs and don't need it I'll take it."
Settle down for a nap, keep my private pack on my back and dig through the supplies removing all the tomahawks and stashing them in my pack.
Seeing as nobody else is gonna use them, you take all seven of the tomahawks and store them in you pack before sleeping through the rest of the ride.
Sunan lounges in his seat and pulls out his guitar for the journey.
You take out your guitar and tune it before playing for the rest of the train ride.
The train comes to a stop at Woodcreek after about an hour. Looking out the windows, you can see that the town is utterly deserted. A wagon lies overturned in the center of the main street, and a couple of the flimsier buildings have been smashed apart, no doubt by some sort of huge creature. Some of the sturdier structures are damaged as well, and you notice that the roof of the jailhouse appears to have collapsed in on itself. Fortunately, the station and tracks are untouched, and a crew of burly men quickly set about uncoupling your supply car and moving it off the tracks. As was mentioned in the note, the town is surrounded by flat and featureless desert on all sides as far as the eye can see. As you're looking around, the worried-looking conductor of the train opens the door to your car.
"Erm... I don't wanna be rude, or anything like that, but could you all hurry up and get off? It takes a few minutes for this train to get up to top speed, and the sooner we can leave, the less likely we are to be chased down by whatever did this."