This is just something I decided to whip up considering the first story never got a part two. So I wouldn't exactly consider this canon. But this is how I imagine the ending to Sodor: Left for Dead.
Well, we search everywhere else we possibly could. Only things we found were more corpses, a dead Bulgy the double decker bus, and the remains of James at Tidmouth. Thomas closed his eyes when we passed, the poor tank engine had been through so much I feel so horrible for him. The docks near Knapford were also desolate, many trucks derailed and the remains of Stanley lying in the water. Seems as if he crashed through the buffers while trying to escape any zombies.
And as for the station however, it was in ruins. Bodies everywhere, the building has seen better days, but we didn't worry about it for long as Thomas wanted to search his branchline for anyone, so we let him, Oliver, Toby, Rosie and Percy search the line with Toad tagging along in case while the others stayed behind with protection on them.
Soon, the tank engines made it back and they looked petrified. They soon told me that they found Daisy at Toryreck. She was worst for wear, her face was mangled all over, her eyes were missing, and jaw tore off. They were so disgusted by the sight they had to leave.
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But soon they went back and closed their eyes as they passed, they soon made it to Ffarquhar and it was awful. The station was in ruins like Knapford, puddles of blood everywhere. And bodkes littered the platform and sheds. In the carriage shed we heard crying, I opened the door and there was Henrietta! She was safe as can be but she was crying so much her eyes were red. But as soon as she saw us and Toby she almost screamed with joy, but she held back as zombies could be anywhere. Toby coupled up to her and they made their way back to Knapford as the line to the quarry was blocked but derailed trucks. Thomas also found the mutilated corpse of Bertie on the road near the Kyndley cottage, it was to much for the poor tank engine and he couldn't stop crying. He lost so many beloved friends, but the others were there to help him through.
I feel so awful for my engines but I'm so tired and so are they so we will rest here for a while to regain energy.
