This was Myles' moment, his chance to contribute to the cause, though powerless by comparison to his comrades, his resolve was unwavering, and his determination to aid the team strong.
The hummer revved to life and the headlights turned on. The team immediately got in and took off.
As the car rumbled along the forgotten rail line, a sense of eerie desolation envelopes the surroundings. The once vibrant and industrious path has succumbed to the relentless march of time, leaving behind a haunting beauty.
The rusty, weathered rails stretch endlessly in both directions, punctuated by twisted and overgrown tracks, evidence of nature's slow reclamation. Weeds and wildflowers have burst forth from the gravel ballast, their vibrant colors providing a stark contrast to the decaying infrastructure. Some of the ties have rotted away, leaving gaps in the track, while others remain in stoic perseverance, partially buried in the earth.
