âWe have too much blood in hereâ¦. Help meâ¦Help meâ¦â
Unable to trace the sound, Tess yelled in desperation, âDOES ANYONE KNOW THE NEAREST HOUSE?â
There was no immediate answer, and Tess wandered toward another train car ahead, to be confronted by its horrors. At first in the shifting light of the snowfall, she could make out only arms and legs through the window, and she couldnât make sense of what she was seeingâ¦then amid the moving flesh she saw a man clawing his way over the pile of bodies, pulling himself out through a smashed window.
Tess felt her heart shudderâthe man had no legs; they were shorn off below the knee, but they were not bloody, as though burned off, cauterized. He crawled up, automatic, inhuman, clambering over peopleâ
Tess watched in shock as the legless man emergedâreaching out his hand to her, desperate.
She couldnât move. He pulled himself out, his ragged legs thrashing, as he tumbled atop her onto the snowy ground.
He was pressing her down into the cold. He writhed, grunting, a mass of flesh and fear. She struggled, but he was heavy, and seemed to have no sense of what he was doing. His whole body was shuddering uncontrollably, and she felt as if she had hold of an immense fish that was losing strength with every moment in the air. The motion of her hand brushed past his severed limb, and then she grasped snow, trying to pull herself away. She thought she might be covered in his blood, but there was no blood. And then suddenly the bottom of his legs were there nowâwhere jagged, useless stumps were a minute ago. Tess stared at him in horror. He couldnât seem to believe it himself,his eyes stretched wide. She couldnât speak. He collapsed in the snow.
She untangled herself and pulled free of him. She was in shock, she told herself, and shock leads to hysterical visions. Calm, now. Calm. Calm.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I nside the first ruined train car, Tobias was trying to find his seat. He sidestepped Sattler, who was helping several people out. Tobias raised his voice. âThose of you in here, listen. If youâre able-bodiedââhe looked doubtfully at old Gilââthen help other people to get out. There may be a risk of fire now. We have one simple mission: survive until help comes. We can do that, canât we?â
Sattler was helping Annette. âGet my satchel over there,â he told her. âWe might need those things.â
Sattlerâs concern for his bag caused Tobias to worry for his own beloved cello. As soon as the passengers were cleared out, heâd have to search for the instrument cases amid all the tossed-about baggage.
In the meantime, Tobias ran his hand along the jagged metal and shards of glass that were stuck in his seat, all of which had narrowly missed him. It looked as if something had shielded him from the blows, and the debris had rained off in all directions around him. Remarkable, he thought. So it wasnât Tess alone that had been helped to survive. But why ? His mind stayed on this puzzle, until he finally realized the need around him, jostled byMichael and Ned, who were assisting people off the train.
Both had dazed expressions seeming to ask for guidance. âWe need more help,â Tobias said. âIs there telephone service somewhere out here? Blackthorne boasts how modern it is; it seems possibleâ¦â
Gil looked at Sattler. âDidnât a doctor move back in the woods near here? He wanted them to bring the telephone lines along to his house, didnât he?â
âIâm not sure. Iâve been away at Harvard,â said Sattler. âI donât know the area wellâ¦â
âWe should start asking people,â said Tobias.
âIâll see to that.â
Gil stopped Sattler. âWe should also start some fires for warmth. Have all these boys go and help whoever they can, get blankets, and so