FRIDAY THE 13TH (NIGHT) (PART 3)

Later on that night, two teens, Rob Dunsmeyer and Heather Rivera held hands while walking on the railroad tracks. The tracks ran through the middle of town and were about a mile east of that morning's murder scene.

Rob and Heather worked at the Fredonia McDonald's on the corner of Fredonia Avenue and Highway 57. Their shift had ended at 9:45, and the two of them had gone back to Rob's home on Wisconsin Street. After letting the dogs out for a few minutes, the two decided to walk to Heather's house. This was a fairly normal routine for them as they did nearly everytime they worked together.

Heather lived about a mile south of Rob, out on Meadowlark Road. There was no direct route however, other than a set of railroad tracks which crossed over a partially-forested field and a small creek. And that was fine with them. They enjoyed the privacy that the railroad tracks provided.

Tonight was a little different however. The moment they left Rob's house, Heather felt a little nervous because of the events of the night before. Truth be told, Rob was slightly nervous as well. But the machismo in him refused to let it show. So they walked to the end of Wisconsin Street and followed the biking/walking path which led to the railroad tracks. The end of the path had a small footbridge followed by a criss-crossing chain link fence, no doubt placed there to prevent unsuspecting bikers from coasting over the railroad tracks and getting smacked by a train. Rob and Heather made their way through the fence maze and headed south on the tracks, destined for infamy.



The walk was somewhat treacherous, especially at night. Some of the railroad ties were elevated above the ground, while some of them were slightly buried, thus making it very easy to trip. Walking outside the tracks on the rocks proved to be equally treacherous. But nonetheless they made their way.

They'd only walked a minute when they noticed a train heading towards them. It wasn't unusual. It happened from time to time. The two of them moved to the west of the tracks and huddled down the slight incline, 10 feet from the tracks. The sheer power and noise of the train was always intimidating. But in spite of the close proximity, it nonetheless always proved safe. The two of them laughed as the train flew by, yet neither could hear the other due to the roar of the colossal beast. Suddenly their laughs turned to cries of agony as each of them took turns receiving a jarring pain as their knees were shattered from a metal pipe wielded by the mysterious man known as Buster Koons.

Before either of them knew what had happened, Koons followed up with a vicious jab of the pipe first into the chest of Rob with one end, then into the face of Heather with the other, knocking her unconscious.

Koons dragged Rob's battered body up the embankment towards the still-charging train. Rob was unable to defend himself against Koons' superior strength. It was somewhat too dark for him to see what would have been the final sight of his life: the thick steel of a train wheel as it crushed his skull across his face.

Koons let go of Rob's lifeless corpse and slid back down to Heather. With little effort he lifter her up and simply tossed her under the train. An explosion of crimson pierced the night as Heather's body was shredded. The engineer never felt a thing. And the train never stopped.