Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week's photo was contributed by J Hardy Carroll.

Copyright J Hardy Carroll

He watched as the fields raced past. Plenty of greenery, that had recovered quite nicely. But no people. No birds. No animals. Only plants.

This wasn't life. Sitting at the carriage window every day, watching the remains of the world rush by.

The Train. A blessing or a curse?

He walked to one of the Termination Cubicles. Tapping in the required codes, he accepted the warning and the external window opened.

In seconds he was dead, the poisoned air searing his lungs. Once the air was recycled, he would be too. Nothing wasted.

Maybe one day people might survive outside again.

Maybe.