James. {SODOR FALLOUT}

July 21st, 1973. Just a week after the Brendam Bay Blast. The whole Island of Sodor was in a state of lockdown and Panic. People were running, fighting for food and essentials, hell, even throwing eachother on the tracks to be run over in some cases. But that wasn't your issue to worry about. You were busy fending for yourself against these waves of fear and ambush. Many sounds flooded your ears. Trains rumbling along the rails, people screaming, fighting, dying. It was all too much. But one sound in particular stood out. A loud bang, followed by the screaming of metal, and a crash. Did an engine just fly off the rails? You needed to check it out. So you did. As you came to the scene, you saw the extent of the damage. One of the engines had flown off the rails, landing on it's side. You didn't think anyone would've survived, but you were wrong. James, essentially the trains Human Interpretation, Climbed out from the cab, bruised and bleeding. His face was mutated, his mouth dislocated and one of his eyes melted. He didn't seem too bothered though. There was probably too much adrenaline in him to even feel it.