An Island's end | A TTTE AU.

The E2. | July 10th 1983

11:45

Derek wasn't spoken of after that, I hope he's alright.

I was awoken relatively early this morning by the other drivers getting up. Apparently they heard a crash and yelling and were going to check out what it was I quickly followed suit to find the most horrendous sight, it seemed that as bad as our misfortunes had gone, they couldstill get worse.

The fucking goods shed had fallen over on top of the engines. Upon further inspection it seemed that the burnt section from yesterday had given out during the night and the engines had been trapped under it. Donald had unfortunately gotten the worst of it as the shed roof and wall now rested on him.

"My my Donald!" James teased "First you have a run in with a signalbox and now a shed!" The rest of the engines burst out laughing. I guess it was good at least to see them making the best of a bad situation. James, Fergus and Ben were the closest away from the wreckage and after some work had managed to clear the debris. However not without a few snarky comments from James. Donald however managed to shut him up by mentioning ' An engine and some tar wagons'. That shut him up royally. After around an hour of maneuvering and cleaning we had managed to free all of the engines from the shed. Finally we could actually set about relocating our main base away from the Facility and whatever the hell that gas is. The consist we've decided on is as follows:

James and Molly at the front with a bogie coach each, Donald and Fergus with trucks of supplies and finally Bill and Ben bringing up the rear and being followed by a brakevan each. We plan on aiming to set out in around 15 minutes, we're just turning the engines around and arranging them. Fingers crossed this goes well.

21:10

Well, in a nutshell everything I said in my last entry that was going to happen never actually did. We were just preparing to leave when we heard a familiar noise, a tram, and it was coming our way. Toby came charging through the station with a look of nothing but pure determination on his face. Trailing behind him were Annie and Clarabel, along with Henrietta. They were all full of civilians so I guess they were the evacuation train from Ffarquhaur. They didn't even spare a glance at us however as they rattled past I could just make out the coaches wailing for Toby to stop and go back, but what for? Our questions were answered when, covered in grime and soot, battered yet determined. Thomas came charging through the station light engine. His wheels pummeled the rails and his face was red. He too in an instance was gone. We had to go after them. We quickly sprinted too Molly's cab as she yelled at us to hurry, James yelled he'd come as well as he wasn't going to loose anyone else. We called out at Donald's driver, Hamish, that we'd radio back with news and they should start of to Tidmouth without us. We swiftly departed from the yard and thundered down the line. The sudrian countryside was nothing but a blur as we tried to keep our engines from completely overexerting themselves. We flew through Maron desperately trying to catch up to the two engines, I however started to feel like something was of. I could make out small dents in the ballast. It could have been the speed we were travelling at disorientating my view or possibly, maybe. Tendrils? My questions were answered when we heard the blaring of a familiar whistle as Barry rounded the bend and flew through Cronk-abbey just as we entered. Emily was hot on his tail however was on our line. We all stood frozen as James and his crew yelled at us to run however we remained rooted to the rails. It was fight or flight, and we chose to fight.

I leapt forward and jammed the regulator hard open and Molly responded with a will and with no protection whatsoever raced on towards Emily! The two engines slammed into each other with such force me and George were nearly thrown clean out of the cab! The two engines were engaged in a furious tug of war going back and forth again and again. Now that I think about it, it would've been nice to have a gun. I wish we did. James then however decided it would be a good idea to make a run for it instead of helping us and shot backwards towards Maron. Matters only got worse when I heard the cracking and splintering of flesh and I looked on in horror to see the same mythical like tendrils we'd seen on Arthur enlarge out of Emily's mouth.