The train rolled in around midnight. Its lonesome whistle cutting through the stillness of the night; resounding throughout the area, drowning out the ever present growls and snarls of the dead. Drawing the attention of all survivors present in the area.
As all groups converged at the train station, there was no friendly chatter to be had. Just a silent exchange of death glares as they struggled not to fight among themselves. Everyone was clearly on edge, but they didn't wanna start any trouble. Not at the risk of losing any chance at potential supplies…
After taking out the walkers that had also converged, the survivors then gathered on the platform to wait. A few moments later, the car doors slid open and people in riot gear began dishing out bags of supplies; commanding everyone to pass them around.
"One bag per member of each group," The engineer hollered upon opening the locomotive's door; his voice like thunder, "Everyone will get something. Be patient. You shoot us or try anything, we will not hesitate to kill you and this will be the last time this train ever comes to Georgia. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, sir," Several survivors chorused in unison.
"Who is this? Negan's long lost brother?" Daryl muttered as he passed a large bulging bag to the person on his left.
Rick snorted with repressed laughter,
"Might as well be."
"The Engineer's not too bad once you get to know him," One of the suppliers, a young blonde woman with blue streaks in her hair, declared with a chuckle, "He's just been burned one too many times is all."
"What's your name?" Rick questioned, taking yet another bag and passing it back.
"Call me Peanut," The woman requested, "Everyone does."
"Well, Peanut, how long have you been doing this?" Rick questioned.
"Since the beginning," Peanut revealed, "Our operation started out pretty small, just a handful of people struggling to get by all while helping others, and then the Engineer came along with his train and a vision and turned us into what you see today."
"Who's the Engineer?" Daryl inquired, cautiously.
"We don't know," Peanut admitted, quietly, "All we know is that he's a good man with a good heart and if it wasn't for him, we'd all be dead or worse by now."
"She's right," An elderly gentleman chimed in, "The Engineer saved all of our asses. He's like a modern-day King Arthur."
"Sounds like it," Rick cast a side glance at the man in question, who was now smoking a cigar, before resuming passing out bags.