Bob Saves the World… Accidently On Purpose
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It started out as a normal day; Bob had just gotten off work and was walking down the abounded railroad tracks on his way home. At least they’re supposed to be abounded, but the quite rumble of the tracks implied that something was coming. What was about to change Bob’s life and quite possibly the entire world.
He was kicking at the stones beneath his feet when he walked, taking his sweet time walking to his empty home. He hated it there, filled with ghosts of his mistakes and stupidity with nightmares hiding around every corner and behind ever door. He was distracted with his desire to not go home, that Bob almost missed the sound of a train whistle coming from behind him. Bob turned around, rubbing his eyes wondering if he was really seeing what he was. A train was speeding down the tracks toward him.
The track was abounded after the tracks that went over the Mississippi fell to piece after a good gust of wind blew down. Bob squinted his eyes at the train, and wondered what kind of train it was, and who the dumb ass was that changed the tracks to go in this direction. From what he could tell it was passenger train, possibly filled with other who could, and probably would, lead a much better life then he was currently living. He needed away to stop the train, but how?
He didn’t have much time, so he did the only thing he could think that could stop the train. He jumped on the tracks, waving his arms like a mad man. Part of him wanted to train to notice him in time, but he didn’t really care if they did. The world didn’t need him, not really. He was easily replaced at work, he didn’t have family who would really miss him, and he’d burned enough of the bridges with his friends that they wouldn’t miss him much either. And yet he didn’t want to die, he could still do something with his life, couldn’t he?
When the train did start to slow, he wondered whether fate was being kind of cruel. He took a few steps back, but stayed on the tracks. The train finally came to a stop at most ten feet from him, Bob watched as the conductor came storming up to him, swearing with every step.
“What in the fucking world are you fucking thinking, dumb ass!” shouted the conductor, his eye squinted and glaring, his fists balled like he was ready to hit something, or perhaps Bob.
“I’m sorry, but these track lead to a broken bridge, and I didn’t want you and your passengers to die! I was just trying to help!” replied Bob, holding his hands up in surrender. The conductor gave him an indescribable look.“I’m the only fucking person on the train, and what the fuck do you mean bridge is broken?” demanded the conductor, his anger depleted, after all Bob had just saved his life from falling to his death.
“The bridge fell down after a big gust of wind blew on it,” replied Bob, suddenly realizing that he’d just saved this man’s life.
“How did any fucking trains get across a train weak enough to come down with a gust of wind? I guess I’ll have to find a way to back track,” mumbled the conductor, turning around heading back to the train. Bob smiled, and went back to walking home, because suddenly having saved a life made the demons waiting back at him small and weak.
Little did he know that he’d saved more than one life, because the train was moving highly poisonous chemical waste. If it had landed in the river it would have eventually killed everyone. Bob managed to save the world, and he won’t ever know it.