It’s been a hell of a long day. We hauled our way up to Pwllheli and back again at 25mph, just incase anything was on the line. Thankfully everything was clear. We came back slightly faster, but we’re afraid that other people may have a similar idea to us and be coming the other way – this railway only has one line with a few passing places.
We seem to have attracted a bit of attention on the way though, we’ve already taken out a few zombies that had trundled onto the track, and now we are camped out on Barmouth bridge so the zombies can only really get to either end and not the sides. I’m not keep on leaving it here for long though, I’m not sure the bridge was made for a train to be parked on it…
Fran is in pieces about Henry, and the rest of us don’t feel much better. She’s begged us to go back, but all we can tell is that it would be no use.
My plan is to stay put for a while, perhaps move to a remote spot and camp there for a while, turning the engines on only when necessary.