Snippet #1393358

One young man was being dragged from the train. His leg or foot was injured, it looked like. Nettie realized that her own head was still fuzzy. She tried to focus and think clearly.

She only saw three or four people. Surely there had to be more survivors! "Where is the constable?" she asked again, weakly, feeling strangely unsettled since she saw no tracks, nor roads, nor so much as noise or smoke or anyone close by. People would have heard the screeching, massive wreck. Help must surely be on the way.

"I'm Nettie," she called out, making eye contact with another young woman. She looked for the man who had helped her from the train, but she wasn't sure where he was. "My friend Rose is somewhere on there, maybe unconscious. I need help finding my friend. We need to find and count any survivors. Is there a physician or a constable here?"