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The train was in the platform. Brian hopped on, happy to be sheltered from the rain that had just started, and the wind that was picking up. Brian was the only one in the carriage, so if anything untoward happened, he had no one to talk to or turn to, no one to rescue him if he had a fall — he told himself he would be fine, but if he was honest, he was quite apprehensive and nervous about the journey. The wind gradually started to pick up and the rain was heavier. Brian quietly thanked his boss, for sending him out on a night like this.
However, if the rain stopped soon, and the wind dropped, then at least it would be drier. He comforted himself with that thought on his lonely, dimly-lit journey. Could the weather get any worse?
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Surely it will let up in a few minutes? He looked out the window and his thoughts turned to what was going to happen later if this storm persisted. Unfortunately for Brian, it did persist, by 8. This is why Mother Nature is known as our worst enemy, he thought. All of a sudden, the train shuddered to a halt. The weight of the bag was killing his back; he was alone in the carriage.
He made his way to the front of the train. We gotta wait to get it cleared. He kept telling himself to keep calm but that was easier said than done! He only really had one option, and that was to get out of the train and do the best he can to get to the hospital before the midnight deadline. He had to find a way to get off the train without injuring himself.
His back hurt like hell, but he had to work through the pain. He knew the bag was on his back but for a moment, he forgot about it. Finally, he managed to step off the train and onto what he could make out was a grass verge, but it was getting dark and he was losing light. It was still raining rather heavily, and the rain had made the grass very wet.
He fell over into what he surmised was a puddle, then, as his eyes adjusted to the fading light, he glimpsed some barbed wire, over which there was a field, at the end of which he could make out what looked like a house. Like he was in a film showing in slow motion, he clambered, one leg at a time, over the wire. After a while, he found his bearings. The rain was still lashing down, he struggled to stay upright in the wind, but he was determined to help the people in the hospital. Dusk was approaching ever faster, and it was getting harder to see. He plodded on though, and somehow, only through sheer determination, did he manage to walk to the end of the field.
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