all autorack cars are now part of the Leviathan, and, wisely, all in one section; over 2,500 of them, so as to contain the vehicles of the ~2 million people riding the massive train. and it isn't divided up by class either; high-end mercs are right in front of battered old sedans, supercars put in directly behind farm trucks, and even King Keith's limo is stuck jsut under a mud-encrusted off-road Chevy pickup.
the only way the cars are divvied up is by size. the red autorack cars have two setups; one, with three levels, is for compact cars, sedans, and crossovers, while the other, with two levels, is for SUVs and pickups (the only reason King Keith's limo is in among the pickups is because of it's length).
meanwhile, for those who aren't riding the train and don't have cars or can't find a ride, every single school bus, along with every commuter and charter bus in the region, has been called to help; this results in massive convoys of buses occupying the highways, picking up people at pre-determined gathering areas in every community they pass.
this results in sport stadium parking lots, and any parking lots in general, filling up with hundreds of buses, all fuelling up and preparing for the trek to the Newsfeed. tires and engines are gone over completely, electrical systems checked out, and anything else of importance, so as not to lose anyone on the trip.
meanwhile, people started showing up with trucks full of, not food, but equipment, like power tools, generators, paper, nuts, bolts, screws, nails, even molds to cast parts for power stations and other essential things. the boxcars, 60 feet in length and 2,000 in number, were utilized for this, with each car being cataloged in the manifest, and boxes with individual things being marked with the owner's name. the packing is orderly, but the unloading at the Newsfeed with be disorganized; at least they'll have time.
the boxcars are also used to store already-produced replacement parts, as they were originally intended to.
soon, people start arriving with luggage, and, the railroad never having anticipated this large an influx of passengers at once, the baggage cars, despite being 70 feet long and numbering over 40, soon fill up. so, the rest of the boxcars are used, until those fill up, too. people are devastated at learning the news, as leaving behind their luggage also means leaving behind their most precious items; heirlooms, toys, stuffed animals, computers with cherished photos past events and crucial business documents, even pets, in some cases. but then, the farmers and miners offered up the spaces in their grain trucks, combine cabs and grain tanks, grain carts, tractor cabs, loader buckets, rock trucks, excavator buckets and cabs, basically anything that can shelter luggage. any pets or animals are put in the boxcars, and any luggage displaced goes into cabs, trucks, dump beds, or buckets, much to the relief of everyone.
just then, everyone is reminded of something they forgot about: planes. they are reminded of them when someone sleeping in a hotel near the railyard recieves a call from a friend in a different city, asking them to pick them up from the empty interstate about 55 miles outside of town. when asked why, he says that the international airport was so full of planes, they started parking them on taxiways once they were too low on fuel to make it to still-populated cities, then 1 of the 3 runways became parking, then the second one, then hangars, then even the grass. finally, they shut down the airport, but 6 planes waiting for landing clearance were too low on fuel to head for another airport. so, they decided, with the complete absence of outbound traffic on the highways, that those outbound lanes would be suitable runways.
at this point, it occured to everyone, why did we waste fuel shuttling people here, when we could have just flown straight to the Newsfeed? but then, word spreads that there is only 1 dirt runway, and only built to support a two-engine turboprop plane, at most, let alone an airliner.
as the hard work continues, it is announced that the road to the Newsfeed is almost complete; cars, trucks, and buses start pouring down the road, 4 lanes wide, bumper-to-bumper, 45 mph at the slowest, towards the Newsfeed, which, despite being currently only a 5-square-mile crude dirt parking lot bordered by forest, a crude lumbermill, a massive railyard, and huge stacks of lumber, all except the railyard cleared and built by the region's largest lumber company, is still better and safer than the more civilized, normal world in their rearviews.
which, in just over a week, will be torn asunder, as if put through a shredder.