The rail depot truck sits half-swallowed by fog, its cargo door hanging open, rain ticking off rusted steel. Seth, Miller, and Kaley keep low beside the wheels as the mud around the tires shows fresh boot prints.
Seth
Fresh tracks. Someone is still here.
Miller raises his rifle toward the open bed. Kaley points to a dark smear on the tailgate, then to the boxcars beyond the lane. The depot is quiet, but not empty.
Miller
We check the truck now, or we get flanked doing it later.
A metallic scrape rolls from inside the trailer. The side panel shifts, just enough to show movement in the shadows. Seth steps in closer, ready to react.
Kaley
Something's inside that truck.