Dr James

Havermouth, Present Time

The bridge they’d entered on was underwater. Their police escort scooted his bike back to the window. “In the Ute,” he said leaning in the window. “It’s possibly doable, but I wouldn’t want to try it, myself, and the old train bridge is still open on this side, well above water. It’s like they say, they don’t make them like they used to.”

“Very true,” Talen agreed with a vampire’s appreciation for the past.

“You’ll have to straddle the train lines, but that track hasn’t been active in twenty years. It’s sort of a secret, though,” he added. “We don’t want the public to use it.”

“Understood,” Heath nodded. “We’ll head that way. I’ll be staying on the other side from now on.”

“Okay. Good luck to you, Mr Gale.”

The path to the train crossing took them through the main street of the town. It was eery, Aislen thought, how empty it was, and just how much water gathered on the road, the drains well and truly swamped by water.

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