** A young woman sees a walking dead in the open streets of Whitby. A train full of corpses crashes into Kings Cross. In an Asylum, a gruesome nightmare becomes horrible reality.
All this should have been a warning to Kyle and his partner Benjamin...
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England, County of North Yorkshire Harbour Town of Whitby 04 October 1899, 10:52 a.m.
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"I thought we'd never get here," Kaylee murmured as she smoothed out a few wrinkles in the tails of her dark blue tailcoat. Underneath, the detailed patterns of the silver-embroidered, black, and blue brocade waistcoat shimmered in the dull sunlight. In a swift movement, Kyle Crowford placed his top hat from Christys' London on his raven-black hair and then plucked at the sleeves to adjust everything.
This trip to Whitby turned out to be an unbelievable trip from hell. Not only did they have to change trains several times to get there, but part of the route from York to the tranquil harbor town was closed due to a bridge collapse.
The first part of the train journey was from King's Cross station in London to York. The sleek, fast trains of the Great Northern Railway, with their modern, spacious compartments, gave the start of their journey a pleasant atmosphere. They moved along nicely, and in the cozy carriages, Kaylee read over the dossier and the newspaper article several times, rolling over everything they knew so far and mentally running through all sorts of scenarios. But it wasn't easy to imagine what they would encounter in Whitby.
This lack of knowledge and the constant rattling of the train permanently strained her poor nerves. Therefore, despite arriving on time, she could have been in a better mood when they finally reached York. As it was already late evening, the two seekers decided to spend the night in the city before traveling to Whitby by coach early the following day.
Kaylee's stay in York was an absolute nightmare. Their landlord was a rude, coarse "Northener" who literally threw their greasy dinner on the table. Their bed was saggy and scratchy and smelled strangely of soot, and all night long, she heard dogs yapping in the nearby backyards.
The sight of the doctor in the morning revealed to her that his night had not been much better. So they silently boarded the first stagecoach bound for Whitby and fell asleep a short time later. Hours passed as their vehicle bumped along the roads of northern England, and when Kaylee opened her eyes again, she could already see the coast. Reaching for the window catch, she opened it slightly.
