Train not departing
We stood inert, gazing at the hulk of vandalised metal before our eyes.
“Now what?” I whispered helplessly.
I could hear their footsteps approaching. The wind hurled loose sheets of tin repeatedly against the roof, a solemn timekeeper of the precious seconds we were losing.
“This must be it.” He didn’t sound convinced. “This is where he told us to come.”
I looked over my shoulder. I could see the faint beams of their flashlights a short distance away. Standing on the open platform, we had nowhere to go. In a moment, they would find us.