The dust and sand started to settle upon the still wreck of the train, there was no noise coming from the wreckage bar the sound of frie burning among the steel and sand.
Keith's body lay still upon the steel roof of the train, there was no movement from the rebel,the sun was shining on his dirty face, illuminating the hairs on his chin and jaw. A small fly flew onto his cheek, it could sense something underneath its small feet, it flew away and the cool sea wind began to blow onto keith's face, suddenly his eyes opened in reaction of shock as his whole body arched with movement of his lungs inflating with an almighty gasp of air. As his bod laid back down on the roof keith's mind started to fear for his life. Clenching his hands and feet he made sure the crash hadn't damaged his spine, He steadied his breath and slowly rolled over onto his stomach, his body aced, he lifted himself with his arms to see the steel and sand where he had laid. He coughed to clear his lungs and throat, as he wiped his hand over his mouth he looked down to see his own blood on his hand and on the floor, Keith grinned with a hint of pain in his expression.
Keith crawled forwards towards a man sized hole in the side of the train car, sand had blown in by the sea breeze, offering some comfort underneath keith's sore hands and knees, Kieth reachedthe hole in the car and slowly slid onto his stomach through the gagged steel shreds along it's rim.
He immediately could feel the cool sensation of the sand on his hands and face. He lay still, allowing his body to rest after the traumatic event that had just come before, his world went numb as his breath began to slow, his rest was startled by an agonized moan from somewhere ahead of him, Keith slowly moved his head to see what it was, but he couldn't see any motion.
Keith lifted his acing body up to get a better view of his surroundings, he looked eagerly to find any signs of life, suddenly his eyes were drawn to a small pile of steel wreckage, he peered intently at the pile sensing something there. He slowly lifted himself to his feet and cautiously moved towards the pile of steel, as he neared it he suddenly stopped as there was a sudden movement underneath the steel, Keith moved towards it slowly and could see a hand poking out from underneath a small plate of steel, Keith suddenly realized who it was. Rushing over to the pile of bent metal and shattered glass he began to life the wreckage of his friend, as he shifted a large piece of cold steel of mason's chest he grabbed him around the shoulder and dragged him from the remaining wreckage.
Kieth laid Mason down on the light brown sand he skimmed his eyes over Mason's motionless body, suddenly Kieth turned as there was a loud crashing noise followed by the sound of steel hitting sand, Kieth lifted his assault rifle and aimed at the direction of the noise, tracking the footsteps as they approached the two rebels, Suddenly Jake appeared from behind what remained of the trains engine.
Keith lowered his AR3 and gave a sigh of relief, "dam it Jake you should learn to walk a little louder next time, anyway masons' over here, but he's out cold",
Jake walked over to mason and put his med kit down on the ground and opened it, Jake then began to examine Masons body "well from what I can see he's still alive, just ah..."
"of course I'm still alive dam it!" Mason said suddenly with strain in his voice as he slowly sat and Keith helped him stay up, then Mason looked down at his leg to see a shard of shrapnel sticking out of his thigh, "oh, well that's problematic" he said ironically.
Jake looked at the blood covered jagged shard of metal and then looked back at Mason,"it's got to come out,Keith hold him down will you."
Mason grabbed Jake's arm "can't you at least give me a shot for the pain doc." he saud drowsily from the loss of blood, immediately Jake reached for his med pack and pulled out small medical cylinder containing a green fluid within. Keith laid Mason down on the sand and then look up at the cylinder, "I know thats stuffs great and all but it still creeps me out",
Jake looked at Keith and back at mason, then without hesitation he injected the fluid into masons leg, "okay, I just hope this does more good than harm", Kieth crined as jake proceeded to pull the metak shard from mason's thigh, slowly it began to slide sleanly out of thenmuscle and bone and finally came free, suddenly Mason shot up and clasped his leg, letting out an almighty scream of pain, Jake and keith grabbed mason and held him up. "well, that went better than I expected, that wound should heal up fine in a minute or two," Jake said with a slight tone of relief in his voice.
Keith patted Jake on theshoulder, "I'll just take a quick look around if you could stay with mason", Jake looked up at Keith and nodded "alright, don't go too far we'll be moving soon", keith slung his bag and grabbed his pulse rifle, "okay, I'll see what I can find around the place" Keith said as he turned away from the others and walked slowly around the wreckage of the train.
As he walked around what was the remnants of the front of the trains engine, Keith's eyes were immediately drawn towards the ocean horizion, the rising sun was sitting just above the waterline, the light shining on the sandy beach just a few meters away from the tracks, Kieth looked up along the tracks in the direction the train was heading and could see it ran mostly parallel to the coastline Keith could feel the cool sea air against his face and neck, Jake walked towards Keith, "hey keith I found something."
Keith turned towards Jake "okay show me." he said quietly, Jake and keith returned to find Mason standing up and stretching his arms out, his leg had completely healed. "Jake, I got to say that's some good shit." Mason said vibrantly, Jake gave a grin and walked past Mason, towards a open hatch further down the flipped train Keith close behind him.
"I was snooping around and I found this crate of supplies but I'm having trouble opening it." Jake said as he reached into the open hatch and dragged out a large steel box with combie marks on it, Keith looked at it and sighed "ok, lets get this over to mason frist, he can help." he said. Then the both of them grasped a sid eof the box and lifted it out of the train car and moved towards the head of the train. "man this things heavier then it looks", Keith said with a strained quiver in his voice,
Jake turned to keith and smiled "that just means there's something good in it." as they neared the remnants of the engine Mason rushed over and helprf his friends carry their loot.
The three rebels slowly placed the box down onto the ground and stood back up to think. "now how are we ment to get it open?" Jake said to the others, Mason looked down at the box and quickly drew his pistol and shot the latch, Keith and Jake looked at the box them back at mason.
Keith grinned "crude but effective, nice job." .
Jake lifted the now bullet struck lid off the crate, "well, look at what we have here some good old personal radios" Keith said cheerily.
"hell there's even some ammo and supplies here."Mason said as he began to retrieve items from the crate, Jake grabbd the three radios and passed them to mason and Kieth, "we'd better take these, could come in handy at some point." just as they finished fitting the radios to their metro vest's there was an immediate flare of static and noise from the speakers, mason and jake turned off their radios to no draw attention to themselves while Kieth tried to find the right frequency. As the numbers switched between channels the static began to clear, as he switched to channel: 153 the static was replaced by the voice of a man "this is shore-point base to and resistance forces, it is highly recommended that you return to any resistance installation as soon as possible, combine are upping their patrols of the coast, I repeat combine are upping their patrols of the coast, over and out."
Keith looked at mason and Jake, "looks like we got some friends here after all. Jake you got any Ideas on where the signals coming from?" Jake looked down at his radio, he then lifted it up and turned it on, he listened to the signal and moved around to check the frequency strenght, he turned back to Keith "surprising as it seems, the signals coming from somewhere in the direction of the city we're heading to, and that means we follow the tracks till we see something."
Kieth unslung his pulse rifle and reloaded it, "alright lets go, two meter spread no sound, let's move." as the three rbels began their trek to shore point Jake pulled the C.D.S.D from his pocket and checked it for damage and put it back in his chest pocket, whatever it had it must have been good.