[b] Daniel Crowe - Railroad Tracks - Shannon [/b]

Daniel pulled to a halt at the tracks, shifting the car into park and extinguishing the ignition. He anxiously jumped from the cab of the truck and held his gun alert. He looked around; no one was there; the tracks were deserted. His clenched a hard fist and tightly squeezed the grip of his pistol. He breathed in, "Emma?!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. No answer. "Emma!" He called again. She was gone... "Goddam-" his words caught in his throat as he choked out a sob. Then he noticed it; the knife and the piece of cloth.. he stalked over and picked up the knife. He flipped the hilt over; it was engraved. [i]E.J. Crowe[/i]. Emma Jane Crowe...

He looked around the tracks; up at the dead walkers; and then up the road. Daniel jogged up the hill, observed the walkers. They'd all been shot; possibly by Emma and company. He went down back down to the tracks and looked at the gravel... Their were several more pairs of tracks; and their had only been three of them... It could have been walkers, but no, walkers were sluggish; these tracks were coordinated. He looked on the other side of the tracks, from where they'd been shooting; indeed there were three sets of footprints in the gravel... but there were only three of them... Daniel was sure of it; someone else had been there...