You ever see a guy get cut in half by a train? They don’t always die quick. Sometimes they don’t even bleed out that fast. It’s slow, painful, and they are confused. You try to hold their hand and ask if they have a loved one that you can call for them, but you know it’s just to keep them distracted from the fact that they were just cut in half by a train. You are out in the middle of nowhere. No cell reception for miles. By the time the helicopter even makes it to him, they’ll already be toe-tagging him.
