Little Ghouls | Glee

38 | Railroad

38 | Railroad

Tennessee Station

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Lilith's feet thumped against the ground beside the train tracks and upturned sleeping dust into the air. There had been grass in every direction, as well as trees, when they approached the station, but all that waited for them was sand, gravel, and the smell of engine fuel.

"Let's go," Ophelia whispered, motioning to Lilith like she was a prehistoric turtle.

Rolling her eyes, Lilith hurried along. She held Wallace to her chest and looked around the dark station as they moved over each corresponding track.

Ophelia seemed to know what she was doing. Lilith wasn't sure how, but she seemed the type to run the dark side of Jersey most nights. It wasn't too much of a surprise that Ophelia knew enough to figure out which train in the yard was heading west.

Perhaps Ophelia wasn't too challenged in the intelligent department. She was just challenged in every other department.

Lilith scanned the soccer player up and down as they hid behind a metal rail box near the middle of the six tracks. "You smell like dog shit."

"Shh." Ophelia hissed. "Do you want to get caught?"

"I don't think anyone can hear us over the trains." Lilith winced as a train rolled into the station loudly, straight past them. "Which one do we get on?"

Ophelia rolled her eyes at Lilith's recklessness. She peered around the corner of the box and eyed the different train markers. It was a gamble, but if she could get Lilith to run fast enough, they might just make it through the side entrance of the other station platform. There, they could climb down and look at the tracks before making their ultimate choice.

It would be risky, but at least they could be sure of the train's destination this time using at minimum a free platform map.

"Stay close." Ophelia got to her feet in one fluid, graceful motion, and offered Lilith her hand. "Can you do that?"

"Don't touch me." Lilith stepped back and looked down at the soccer player's hand in disgust. She stepped up beside Ophelia and observed the station. "Where do we go?"

"There." Ophelia pointed to a set of stairs near a doorway. "If we can at least get up on the platform, I can double check the map. I'm pretty sure that's going in the direction we need to go."

"You're pretty sure?" Lilith's nose scrunched. "Why not entirely sure?"

"No one can be entirely sure."

"That's not right."

"You're not right." Ophelia turned back to face the path and double checked her sneakers. "Okay..." She stared down the track. "Once this train passes, we're running."

"Does Wallace need to run?" Lilith suddenly frowned, holding the dog close to her chest. "Or are you not entirely sure I can carry him?"

Ophelia pursed her lips. She slowly turned to look down at Lilith, narrowing her eyes, when she noticed a bit of amusement behind her blank look.

"Carry your bitch, mutt." Ophelia tugged Lilith's jacket sleeve the second the train passed them. "Now!"

Ophelia was obviously more skilled in any activity related to athletics. She took off across the tracks with little difficulty and skidded to hide behind the next car when she noticed an officer shining a flashlight down near the wheels. She waited for Lilith to catch up, huffing quietly and sucking in air each few seconds to beat the light fatigue.