MsBloom
Moonchild
- Joined
- Jul 24, 2020
- Location
- Northern Europe
They had walked for about fifteen minutes when Robin asked if they feared death, a seemingly loaded question had it not be for the tone in her voice as if she was just making small talk to pass the time. The fact that it was asked just as they passed a small church perhaps added some significance to it but in the end it seemed a question she did not actually expect an answer to, and so Eryn simply shrugged their shoulders, letting Robin continue to answer her own question. This time Eryn nodded in response. It made perfect sense in this new world to prepare for every possible scenario.
They had been lucky that morning that Robin's plan had worked. Who knew how long those people had actually been watching Martin's scouts and scavenging team. Perhaps the plan had been to first trap the scavenging team at the bunker and then force either one of them to divulge the location of their camp. With a lot less luck they could all have ended up exactly like Robin said: Raped and tortured, taken for slaves or killed. Eryn had seen similar things happen before but always been lucky enough to avoid getting directly involved.
When they stopped another five minutes later Eryn looked out over what had clearly an industrial operation with a railroad running past it. It was just as clear that it was abandoned. Eryn nodded as they listened to Robin laying out some kind of plan for what it could all be used for while staring at the three silos and the many train carts lined up along the track. They also noticed a few buildings some distance further to the East and began to walk towards them. An operation of that size would have required heavy vehicles, front loaders, dump trucks and other similar equipment. with a bit of luck they might find one or two that still worked, or that they at least could scavenge parts from which they could build something useful.
They realised of course that this was a significant moment where they could prove their usefulness to Robin. The general idea was if nothing a good one.
"Has anyone actually followed the tracks to see where they go?" they asked as they pulled on the padlock on what looked like a large garage with sliding doors.
"I mean, I see a lot of mining carts but no locomotive. Logic however dictates that somewhere along the tracks a locomotive must exist. How else would they move the carts?"
Concluding that the padlock was actually still locked they squatted down and pulled out a Swiss army knife of the more advanced sort and used it to pick the lock with enough easy to suggest it was far from the first lock they had picked in their life. Inside they found almost exactly what they had expected: Two large front loaders. Whether they were in any way operational was still to be determined.
They looked around and found a small box mounted on the wall just inside the door.
"Keys," they said with a smile and took out two sets of keys, marked FL 1 and FL 2. They tossed the set marked FL 2 to Robin and climbed into the left front loader, assuming it would be FL 1 since most people counted from left to right. They key did fit the door and they climbed in. Now this was the moment of truth. Would it start?