Freedom Train

April 12, 1963

April 12, 1963- Good Friday

"I just can't believe this!" Henry roared as he climbed from the driver's seat of his rusted 1952 Ford.

"Is everyone okay?" Bobby called from the window of his truck.

The engine was smoking- Probably not a good sign- the grill of his truck practically sitting on the trunk of Henry's car.

Terry climbed from the passenger seat of Henry's car and jogged up to the window of the truck, peering in at Annabeth and Sandy.

"You girl's alright?" he asked, his eyes on Annabeth in the middle.

Annabeth nodded her head, even though she felt slightly nauseous and more than a little bit confused.

"Ya'll need to come out of that truck," Terry said as he opened the door and held a hand to Sandy to help her out. "Just in case it catches fire."

Sandy hopped from the truck and Annabeth reached forward. She set her hand in Terry's, her head beginning to ache at the crown of her hair. Did she hit the dashboard or had she imagined it?

"You!" Henry accused, stepping forward and pointing his finger at Sandy. "This is all your fault!"

"My fault?" Sandy asked. "If you would've kept your damn eyes on the road none of this would've happened, you...you...Jerk!"

Henry threw his hands up, making a noise between a growl and a curse as he turned back toward his car and surveyed the damage.

Bobby went up to Henry.

"Listen, man. We'll figure this out. It was both of our faults. Neither one of us were paying enough attention to the road," Bobby said, his eyes darting quickly to Annabeth- who guiltily turned her gaze away. "Right now, we have to figure out how the hell we're going to get out of here."

Bobby turned, looking down the country road leading out of Audumnly that they never should've been on in the first place. One side of the road was nothing but trees. The other, nothing but crops. It was very unlikely that a car would pass them any time soon. And even if it did, it was even more unlikely that they would allow Terry and Henry a ride to help or safety.

"We're only a few miles from Lizzie's house," Sandy spoke. "We can walk over and use her phone."

"A few miles?" Henry complained. "We're supposed to be marching with King today!"

"Well, Henry," Sandy countered, her hands placed on her hips. "When you don't watch the road and ram into fallen tree trunks, causing the car behind you to slam into your rear end, you have to make do with the options you're given. Please, if you have any better ideas I'd be keen on hearing them. But you go ahead and ask Terry what happens with coloreds are found hanging out on the side of the road in these parts. We can cut straight through Lemon Woods and be there in no time at all."

"If it weren't for your annoying self I wouldn't have been anywhere near these parts or these God-forsaken woods!" he countered.

"No one told you that you had to come!" Sandy countered.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Terry asked Annabeth as the others bickered to the side of them.

"I think I might've hit my head," she replied, lifting her hand to the side of her forehead.

She felt a wetness where the pain throbbed and pulled her fingers away to see them stained with blood.

"Annabeth, you're bleeding!" Terry exclaimed, right before Annabeth's eyes rolled into the back of her head and she tumbled to the ground before them.