Sodor is a place of happiness and joy. A place where living engines work. However things go horribly wrong as a disease spreads throughout the island turning people into monsters hungry for flesh.
I awoke several hours later, the sky had gone dark and I had the worst headache imaginable. I looked around and was horrified to find a deceased Ted. I looked to see the controls in front of him were battered and had some blood on them. I assumed what had happened was as we hit the barn Ted was thrown into the controls and killed instantly. That's when I remembered Thomas. I jumped from the cab and saw he had clearly been crying for hours.
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He was covered in scratches and bruises and was mumbling to himself. I noticed his gaze was focused on something in the distance and looked to see an all too familiar steam lorry laying on her side. Thomas said that she had been hiding in the barn and we hit her. Thomas broke into tears as he stated we threw her into the horde and she was killed instead of us. I comforted the little engine but the sounds of zombies in the distance caused me to run back into the barn where I sat for what felt like hours waiting for the noise to cease.
I eventually found this journal on one of the few remaining intact shelves and I wanted to write down my story, I couldn't let the deaths and sacrifices go untold. Now you're all caught up. You know everything. I've been sitting in Thomas' cab for a few days now and I haven't had anything to eat or drink. This is where my story ends. Thomas went quiet yesterday, I can only assume the infection got him. I don't know what to do. I can barely write and I have no strength left in me. No one is coming to save us. I don't even know if the others made it to the mainland and if they did who knows if they were gunned down or not. I still have three shots left in Greg's revolver. I'm gonna use one on Thomas and then myself if I even can. I can't take this hell hole anymore and I'm not turning into one of those fucking things. To be honest I'm scared. Based on Edward and Henry this infection can take hold even after death so I don't know what will happen. Guess I'll just have to find out. This is Bob Lenson, driver of the North Western Railway's number one Thomas the goddamn tank engine, and I was left for dead by those I called friends.
