I Like Trains

Michelle! Guess what I found...
The two are exploring one of Ivydale's train yards. Michelle climbs through between the rotting cars on an adjacent track, looking for him.
No idea. Where are you?
Up here.
Jack is standing atop one of the metro trains. She climbs onto the link between cars, from there onto the the edge of the broken windshield, and he helps her up to the rather sketchy-looking roof.
Over there...
He points across the deteriorating trains, towards the outermost track of the overgrown train yard. A small roof – or in places what remains of it – extends from the side of a large building over several tank cars sitting there. Some are rusted through or missing parts, but a few look like they might still hold liquids.
Oh, wow! Maybe there's some gas left in there or something...
My thought. Let's check it out.

They climb back down and make their way over. Jack clmbs onto the end of one of the more intact-looking cars and attempts to use the ladder to the top. It crumbles under his feet.
Guess I found the way down.
I got this, help me up there.
He leans against the tank and helps her jump on top.

Michelle inspects the lid. It's held on with large nuts.
Do we have a wrench or something?
Jack looks around.
Idunno. Lemme take a look in there...
He disappears through an opening in the wall where a door used to be. After a moment, he reappears, triumphantly holding a huge adjustable wrench.
It's slightly rusty but should do the job.
I'm afraid to see what you call very rusty.
This thing, for example.
He hits it against the ladder, causing a large section to break off and crumble. Then, he hands the wrench over. After a bit of fiddling, she manages to get a good grip on one of the nuts holding the lid in place – it doesn't budge.
Can you hand me one of these pipes?
Jack picks up a section of metal pipe and passes it to her. Putting it over the wrench for additional leverage, she pushes against it until the bolt snaps with a bang.
That's certainly one of the ways to unbolt this thing... she says before moving on to the next one.

One by one, she removes the other nuts. Some of them snap off, some unscrew with considerable force. She lets go of the pipe and attempts to lift the lid – it's still stuck in place. She whacks the wrench against its side until it comes loose...
There's a whole loada nothing in here.
Great. I guess there are a bunch more we can try. needs a better reaction, may want to state disappointment explicitly
She jumps back down onto the end of the car.
Looks like we'll be climbing a bunch of tank cars today.
Let's see about that... Mind giving me the wrench for a moment?
He jumps over the gap between cars and uses it to knock against the wall of the next tank.
Sounds empty.

The third tank seems more promising. It only makes a dull clunk when Jack hits it with the wrench. Michelle climbs on top again. The nuts on this one come off more easily and it doesn't take long until she lifts the lid.
Jackpot! She sniffs the smell coming off the liquid inside. Smells like diesel.
Nice! Let's find a truck or something... Wait, stupid idea but I need to show you...
Oh no, what are you up to again?
Nothing in particular. Wanna follow me for a sec?

She jumps down and follows him back to the former doorway. They walk over the door on the floor, past a counter to the left, into a wide open hall. It is dimly lit by the light getting through dirty windows and small holes in the surprisingly intact roof. note: Make it more clear that the windows are below the roof. Also, I imagine them to be milky windows for some reason. A few rows of large industrial shelves on the other side of the hall hold partially rotting crates. To either side of them are open spaces with machine tools, small cranes, and other machinery. A few plants grow here and there. A single train track gioes through the center of the hall with additional sets of rails for a gantry crane besides it. To the right, at the end of the hall, sits a train wrapped up in tarps below the rusty gantry crane.

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Stupid idea indeed, she says while walking towards it. Then, she corrects herself: Actually, it might be useful. That's one of the diesel-electric ones, right?
Oh, I thought we drink the diesel and push this thing around for fun. He grins.
Okay, so can we use its generator?
Maybe, if we can get it to a location where it's useful.
There is no railroad close to the bunker?
Not that I know of, the closest would be somewhere around Ivydale South.
Okay, not very useful. That wasn't very well planned, Mr infrastructure guy.
Let's go find a truck.