After a dreadful act of sabotage leads to a massive Island wide disaster, Molly and her crew must fight for their survival in this new world whilst finding survivors and friends either alive or dead before time runs out.
Inspired by Sodor Leakage, S...
Well, considering the solemn note I ended on yesterday we're feeling a bit better this morning, we are extremely hungry though as all we've had are granola bars and I hate that crap. Not to mention the fact we've only had a bottle of water each. We slept on the cab floor last night but at least we had the heat of the fire to keep us warm. We're now just waiting for the all clear to leave this damn shed, until then though we're just gonna have to sit tight...
12:34
Well around half an hour after the last entry the all clear was given, we flung the doors open and backed Molly out of the shed, it felt weird yet comforting to be back out in the open but all the same anything was better than being stuck in that damn shed. We decided to have a wander round the yard and station to see if we could find anything useful. Before that though we went to check on everyone in the coaches. Most of the people were still there but others had left, presumably to make a break for the mainland. There was't really anything I could do so I left and joined back up with George who said we should check the engine shed. As we approached the shed we noticed that the doors were clearly shut which meant someone or something had to be in there, composing ourselves, we gingerly pried the door open. We were greeted by an engine with familiar green paint, a distinct boxy shape and the distinguishable number D7502 and we knew Boco was alright. For a short time no one said anything until Boco piped up, asking who we were, we explained we were Molly's crew and a smile of recognition spread across his face. He said how glad he was to finally have company and when we asked where his crew was all Boco could say was that he didn't know. He had been marshaling a train and had taken a quick break to chat with Edward who was waiting with a passenger train. They were both talking about the construction project when it happened. Edward yelled at anyone on the platform to get in his coaches and soon after he stormed of. Boco quickly reversed back to the shed as he gasped desperately for air. They then reached the shed and Boco came to a halt. His driver leapt down and slammed the shed doors and well he hasn't seen him since. I went back to the coaches to see if I could find anyone who knew how to drive a diesel. There were a lot less people now as a lot had left however there was one guy who introduced himself as Simon who'd be willing to drive Boco. Boco's engine whirred into life as he rolled out of the shed. He and Molly were ecstatic to see each other and quickly exchanged greetings. Molly seemed so happy to see another engine, I just hope everyone else is ok...
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13:47
Well shit, we lost Boco. We fucking lost him. We had been rearranging trucks and coaches around the yard to allow ourselves to set up a decent camp when we heard it. A faint puffing sound. We all immediately perked up. Hopeful to see another friend and in a sense I guess we did. Arthur puffed slowly into the yard and came to a halt in front of us. We were all aghast. Never did we think Arthur, one of the engines closest to the facility would make it yet somehow he had! But something was of. He looked worried, immensely tired and just wrong. Molly and Boco began questioning him but were cut short by the sound of splintering flesh and the gushing of blood. Arthur's face came clean of exposing nothing but a black void with tendrils slowly emerging out of it. No one dared to breath. All stayed silent until with a screeching roar Arthur charged towards Boco! The metrovick screamed in terror as whatever the heel Arthur now was charged into the trucks in front of him. Thank God they were there at all or he would have been a goner. The trucks however didn't do much to stop the scoundrel as he tore the trucks to shreds, splintered wood flew everywhere nearly taking a few survivors out! Finally the thing lunged forward once again, going in for the killing blow. Boco shut his eyes, bracing for the agony until a whistle pierced the air. A whistle we all knew.
