”Okay, well the whole point of this was for us at the tail to get all the way to Wilford, right, because if we got to him, we had all the power. And then they couldn’t fuckin’ step on us all the time. And Curtis made all these plans with Gilliam—uh, Gilliam was this old guy that was kinda Curtis’s mentor, looked out for him and all—but they made all these plans, and it worked great until Wilford’s soldiers gathered up in this open car right before the water supply section.
”And that’s where everything went to hell, you know, there was a big fight and people dyin’ all over the place. And that’s—” Edgar cut off, swallowing, before shaking his head and pushing on. “That’s when I got stabbed and all. So—after that, I guess it’s a lot of fighting until Curtis made it to the engine and blew the damn thing up.” a shrug, before a hand lifted to rub the back of his neck. “Next thing I know, I’m bleedin’ onto the snow and the train’s a hunk of wreckage.”
“Uh huh.” He’s pretty sure he got all that, and if he did that means that Edgar only knows half the story. Anything that came after this big fight for the water supply section would have to wait until Curtis was ready to talk about it. “You said before that his blood trail was how you found your way to my cabin, right? So everything after the wreck has just been me patching things up and keeping an eye on the two of you.”