We were about a mile out of Gonzales, doing 78.
I looked out to see the old Gonzales water tower, but I looked back at the tracks. There were a few figures moving about, I took out my glasses. I saw a few men running around, a plume of smoke on the horizon.
"What is that, a fire?" Fritz mumbled.
"It's too sparse to be a fire." Then a bright yellow figure come over the hill. "Oh shoot! Train!"
"Oh!"
I tossed the reverser forward, opening the throttle as far as she'd go, whistling like crazy, and radioing the rest of the engines. Our three engines roared, gaining speed. As we came about 100 feet from yard limits, I saw Barns run and flop over the switch.
"Oh shh..." I slammed on the brakes, our wheels squealed. We were coming in hot.
The floor tilting as we went over the switch. I was pressed against the wall, struggling to get back in my seat.
"What the fuuuu..."
The drivers landed, the engine came back onto the rails. As the whistleblowing 70's came roaring past on the evening excursion.
As we came to a screaming halt, the entire town came running. We had people climbing up to check if we were alright while we were climbing down to check for damage. Even Dai, who heard the commotion, came to check.
We were alright, a little shaken up but nothing more.
We wheeled the engines back into their separate engine sheds, while our engineering department went to work. As I walked by one of the track switches, I flipped it over to clear the main line.
As I retrieved the lock, the sharp bit got me on the webbing of my hand.
"Ah. Darn it."
Grasping my lightly bleeding wound, I headed for the engine sheds to retrieve a band-aid. Once we dumped the ash pan, I headed back to the office to spend the evening overseeing my railroad. I made sure to wash my hands and applied hydrogen peroxide and rubbing alcohol, despite the burning. I couldn't afford to get sick now.
As I looked over my computer, I saw a note pop up on my screen. It was a request for an urgent consist to King City. I sent the word to Jessie, along with some plans I had in store for a while.
That almost proved to be my undoing.
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The Zombie Train The Transport Corp
Bilim KurguThe Salinas Vally is secure, allies are assured, but the work isn't over yet. Moving things around this new country is a never ending job. Now it's time for politics, as the Democratic Society of the United States grows bit by bit. But an enemy loom...
