The Snack Train Apocalypse

At the edge of the world, where the sun kisses the rails, a very peculiar

journey was about to begin. But this was not your average commute.

It was the night of the snack-deprived living dead. Move it, Lawa!

The snack-pocalypse is upon us and these doors are closing! Yogi was a

bundle of nerves. Lawa? Well, she was just a bundle of

very expensive fur. Beware the avian undead. They have a very specific...

peckishness for raccoons. Ugh, you are remarkably heavy for someone who only eats

premium, organic tuna! The carriage was filling up fast with the most