“That man is going to die if someone doesn’t pull him off the tracks right now.” The freight train was already screaming down the line, horn blasting, brakes grinding uselessly, and yet a large biker stood perfectly still on the railroad tracks—arms wrapped tightly around something against his chest, as if he was protecting it from the world instead of the train.

“That man is going to die if someone doesn’t pull him off the tracks right now.” The freight train was already screaming down the line, horn blasting, brakes grinding uselessly, and yet a large biker stood perfectly still on the railroad tracks—arms wrapped tightly around something against his chest, as if he was protecting it from the world instead of the train.

PART 1 — The Seconds Nobody Could Understand