Sodor Outbreak

At The Docks

Thankfully, at the docks, we found a few surviving engines. Bill and Ben, the china clay twins, were hiding in a shed, hoping the zombies wouldn't find them there. We found Salty in another shed.

"Yarrgh, those filthy seadogs have really been causing trouble. Just look what  they did to Fergus."

Sure enough Fergus the Railway Traction Engine was looking terrible. His mouth was bleeding, parts of his skin were ripped off and one of his eyes had been ripped out. I felt like I was going to vomit.

"Poor guy." Toby said.

"But he got lucky." Salty replied. "Neville had it worse."

"Neville?" Toby asked.

Salty looked over to where a black SR Q1 was standing. Neville was in perfect shape, but his sanity was broken. He was crying and babbling to himself. He was also laughing, but not a happy, funny laugh. His laughter was filled with pain and sadness.

"As far as I know, Bill and Ben are safe." Toby said. "Any other survivors?"

"Duck fell into the sea while escaping the zombies." Salty replied. "He's alright though."

Suddenly, a loud shrill whistle rang out. It was Neville. Before anyone could stop him, he reversed and ran into some pipe wagons. The pipes stabbed Neville in the face, killing him. Poor Neville. First he lost his sanity, then his life. We decided to get out of here before things got worse. We were about to leave when we heard a call for help. It was Duck. Thankfully, the breakdown train was at the docks, so we used it to fish Duck out of the water. But there was more trouble.  A group of zombies swarmed around us and Toby. We thought that we were done for.

Then, Bill and Ben arrived. They had armed men in their cabs. They loaded their guns and aimed fire at the zombies.

"Run!" yelled Duck. "We'll follow once the hoard is dead!"

We opened the regulator and raced out of the docks, faster than Toby had ever gone before.