James. {SURVIVOR!AU}

The war on sodor had been raging for months now. You had been changing hiding spots, place to place, never being able to stay still for long. Sounds of war invaded your ears, Train wheels screeching, Gunshots, and People yelling out of pain and anguish. It almost felt normal by this point. The woods was your only escape from this hell. As you were wandering deeper into the woods, something unfamiliar rang through the area. It was hard to tell what it was, but it almost sounded like a train's whistle, followed by falling branches. You go to check it out, only to see the extent of the damage. A bold Red engine layed on it's side, crushed by a tree. Beside the engine, layed a man, covered in blood and bruises. He looked like a human replica of the totalled Engine, and hell, he almost looked as roughed up as it.