October 28th, 2022
Ok, what do I do. Welp, I guess it's time to start from the beginning, my name is Jackson, I'm seven years old on the place you already know the Island Of Sodor with the magical sentient engines with them taking passenger and goods trains with them I've been on a few passenger trains with my family. But now, there not anywhere I don't know where they are but to start that I'll tell you from the beginning.About a few hours ago, it all started with me waking up by a strange noise. The first moment of waking up, when I looked at myself, there was hospital clothing on me, I got out, but my legs were kind of weak but made it towards the door. However, the lights for the ceiling were shattered not working except darkness as I looked around there was a shadowy figure, which seemed like a doctor, however sometimes the lights illuminated that happened for a slit second. I saw it, the person wasn't a doctor anymore... That creature was dripping blood but worse, no eyes and instead had tendrils it roared at me. Then, I started running forward at me, I quickly ran from there downstairs, making it towards the lobby. But before leaving, there was an old journal in the trash and there was a pen on a counter soon leaving after. Next, as I made it out, everything was deserted. What I mean by that is roads empty, power lines down, and worse of all blood everywhere. luckily, there was a bike on the sidewalk with a basket. Soon I heard the creature coming as quickly as getting here. I put the book and pen in the basket and rode, but I needed a break
Now, I'm here soon at a gas station where there is mostly food, but I'm worried about Mom, Dad, and John, my brother it's night now anyways, it's best to get home tomorrow and after that I'll look for anyone.
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The Old Wasteland
HorrorA 7 year old named Jackson wakes up from a coma in a hospital however something is wrong he lived in the famous Island Of Sodor with no idea of what happened he'll need to find his family or anyone on the island and get off for once he called his ho...