The machinist - part 1

The new man arrived to the town. Mid fall, the wind was blowing smooth and cold. It was a wind that didn't hurt your skin but cut your soul. It was the preface of something that was about to happen. That kind of thing that makes us shiver when we are not cold.
The night had already fallen. The rested his suitcase on the ground of the train station. The last train had already left. In his jacket, just a tag: Machinist. He was the machinist.
Small town. Perfect. The moon had been shining the whole week,but not on that night. No moon, no stars. Only that wind, creeking.
He looked around. The dog that was coming in his direction desiring for food turned around and ran.
No sound. He started walking towards the town center. The only thing open was a small and old motel. He got in there and the receptionist, asked him a few questions. No answer. The man, then, just told him to pay for the night in advance and gave him the keys, as he got the money.
The man went to his room. Poorly looking, he dropped his suitcase. It opened as it fell on the ground. Not much. He put it back on the bed and got something red from the inside. Fast, he put it into his mouth and cleaned his hand on his coat.
A thin rain started to fall. Cold rain. He kept on looking at it. Cold. Very cold. "The woods", he thought. And went out in the rain.