The innocent children suffer from the experints and turn into twisted monsters. The mbers of the transport team pay with their lives ti and again by venturing into dangerous places. Comrades die swiftly, only to acquire survival supplies, but once these supplies are distributed among people, how many can they really save? It’s rely a drop in the bucket.
The long night seems endless; they don’t even know what they’re fighting for—is it for a tomorrow where not even the outline of dawn can be seen?
No one clearly knows whether their struggle is aningful, nor do they know if, one day when the aning manifests, suffering ends, and all graves bloom into flowers, they can see it with their own eyes and personally feel the fervent emotions bursting forth.
Hope is a distant word for everyone born in the bowels of this train.
All they can do is use their lives to fill an endlessly deep chasm, trying to delay the arrival of despair as much as possible.
Finally, the hope in the eyes of the onlookers extinguishes.
The zombies grab the partitions, stacking up a long ladder of decay in the darkness, climbing up from the shadows below.
The mbers of the transport team engage in direct contact with the horde of zombies. So swing their knuckle dusters, shattering the zombies’ jaws. Others press the gun barrels into the mouths of zombies and fire away. So lift their arms, only for their limbs to be pierced through by the zombies’ sharp teeth, leaving gory holes behind.
So are knocked down by zombies and scream in agony, while others, when scratched by zombies, resolutely open their arms, embracing multiple zombies, and with a great roar, push them and themselves into the abyss, over the railing, falling into boundless darkness.
They build walls with their flesh and blood, standing firm before receiving the retreat order, guarding the glimpse of dawn even though the flas behind everyone are weak and faint.
At this mont, she notices the suitcase lying on the ground not far away that belonged to the doctor, containing the latest developed vaccines and serums!
No ti to think, Caitlin darts out like a wild rabbit through the gaps of the zombies’ rotting arms, rolling successively to dodge several zombie attacks, sliding under the incoming steel barricade to avoid it, then leaps forward, over the collapsed steel bars, flipping to cradle the suitcase in her arms, turning back to shout:
"Got the suitcase, retreat!"
"What about the doctor, without the doctor, how can we continue developing the vaccine..."
"The vaccine developnt has already entered the final stages, we can only put our hope in them; if we stay trapped here, we’ll all die!"
"As for that person."
Caitlin coldly glances at the doctor in a white coat.
"That’s what she deserves, let her repent her sins in hell."
Soon, the transport team exited the carriage, and the frantic zombie crowd sward into the breach, and the roaring sounds gradually faded away.
As expected, Xu Xiaoyou was abandoned.
Finally, her strength exhausted, her fingertips loosened, and she fell into the darkness.
...
After so unknown ti, Xu Xiaoyou woke up.
She had fallen to the bottom of the water storage carriage, a place where generally only maintenance workers would go before the disaster broke out. The shaft dropping tens of ters was vibrating and moving away, soon being occupied by the piercing white light.
Covered in dust, she lay on the ground, a buzzing in her ears. Her skull felt as if it had been stabbed through with a steel nail. Her vision was blurred and unable to focus. She clearly perceived many bones within her body were broken. She tried to get up, but the burning pain made her abandon the thought.
Vaguely, she glimpsed a red silhouette above; it looked extrely tall, with explosively muscular arms twisted like steel cables, resembling a battle chariot, a master’s vicious dog, or a gorilla. Xu Xiaoyou couldn’t clearly see the outline of the monster.
But the crimson skin reminded Xu Xiaoyou of the last description in the diary, the monster Dr. Xu had seen in the Wildman’s settlent.
It wore a black restraining muzzle, and next to it stood a petite red-haired girl, her body covered in crimson crystals, growing from the wrist to the nape, and the alluring vermilion flower was in full bloom, rging with the girl’s skin.
The feeling the girl gave was like a... walking Red Chestnut Flower petri dish.
After a brief eting of eyes, the red-haired girl turned around, and the monstrous figure beside her panted heavily, breaths transmitting through the mask, transforming into a sizzling steamy drone, following the girl as she left.
Xu Xiaoyou’s consciousness slid back into darkness once more.
In the chaos, ti slipped by quietly, the consciousness fell into a bubbling cauldron, each area she perceived was boiling and churning, searing a weak sensation swept through her entire being, countless people whispered to her auricles.
She wanted to open her eyes, but her body was completely out of her control. The red veins started from her heart, spreading to her neck, and then to her jaw. Once they reached her brain, she would die, at least the Xu Dr. in this parallel instance would die.
"Doctor... how did you end up here?"
"Xia Li, are you trying to harm us? We barely escaped from that hell."
"Why care about her? Hurry up and leave..."
In the fog, she sensed a wet feeling on her lips, her lips slightly parted, instinctively seeking this moisture, the cool sensation moistening her parched throat.
A few strands of dark red hair floated through her heavy sight.
Xu Xiaoyou’s heart was seized rapidly by a pair of large hands, waking her up abruptly, almost simultaneously reaching out to clasp the neck of the person before her.
"Hey!"
Not far away, several frail figures holding weapons ran towards this direction, and the small girl being strangled had tears in her eyes, struggling with all her limbs.
The damp handkerchief held tightly in her hand fell to the ground, covering the dust.
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