Snippet #1372385

The first woman Robert had seen, the one that had been calling out, turned away, looking for more survivors in the wreckage of the overturn train car. He didn’t not have to wait long though, for someone else to come along. Another woman, this one skinny as a rail, although he couldn’t tell much else about her through the smoke and his now dirty glasses. She didn’t say much, actually nothing at all and looked to be in a daze (who wouldn’t though, given the situation? He had been daze for a bit.).

After a moment of silence, the Pinkerson took a step forwards and looking politely ashamed, became somewhat familiar with the young lady. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he held her close, as he climbed up to the door and set her on the side (which was now the top) of the train car. Mumbling something that might have been an apology, he dropped back into the smoking wreck, just in case the first woman managed to find someone in need of help.

It was a good thing too, as he get his feet settled on the twisted and smashed wood of the train car’s side (which was now the floor), he could hear the cries of a babe and the screaming of third woman from somewhere in the wreckage. Peering into the smoke, causing his eyes to water and his throat to burn as he breathed, the quasi-lawman searched for the source of the noise.

“This way” called Robert, “The way out is this way!”