My Doomsday Train

“Boom!!!”

A bolt of lightning once again tore through the rainy night, all the raindrops in the night appearing frozen in time, crystal clear, as a deafening thunderclap resounded between heaven and earth.

Below, amidst the horde of zombies.

The train, already broken into several sections and completely wrecked, was fiercely ablaze, the flames refusing to be extinguished even by the pouring rain.

“Roar!”

The Level 6 zombie, having sustained only minor injuries, roared and charged off in a certain direction, followed by countless zombies as if they were soldiers following their general.

Those heavily injured zombies were left behind, writhing and howling in agony in the rain.

The clamor of the rainy night masked all other noises, creating an extreme sense of tranquility.

“Huff.”

On the other end of the Shahe Plains, inside the Weariness, a young man sitting before the control panel breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that he had the Drill accessory, making hiding underground relatively safe.

He then turned, his expression somewhat grim, toward the tens of thousands of red dots on the Target Acquisition Radar.

What was going on?

He had been in the Shahe Plains for so long, and this was the first time he had seen a zombie horde of this scale.

The Shahe Plains were known for their safety, yet these dots included several Level 6 zombies, posing a significant threat to his train.

This obvious abnormality made it clear that he wouldn't be sleeping tonight.

No one knew if some terrifying monster would emerge from underground, but thankfully, he had an oxygen generator, so he wasn't worried about running out of oxygen if he stayed underground too long.

This night.

The entire Shahe Plains was destined to be chaotic.

Nearly every train was attacked by the zombie horde, some destroyed, some escaped, and many hid underground.

Fortunately, the Shahe Plains were close to the Kunlun Mountains, and many trains had acquired the Drill accessory, making the underground a relatively safe space in times of crisis.

The Oxygen Machine accessory was also commonly found on trains with Drills, as both were necessary for long-term stays underground.

After acquiring a Drill, people would find ways to get an Oxygen Machine.

No one knew what had happened.

No one knew where these zombies had come from, as if they had appeared out of thin air.

Every train captain anxiously awaited the dawn, knowing that tonight was destined to be sleepless.

But—

One man's trash is another man's treasure.

“Kill, kill, kill!!!”

Inside a Level 6 Flesh Train, a tall woman sitting before the control panel, her eyes filled with bloodlust and excitement, maneuvered the Flesh Train, speeding through the rainy night, slaughtering the zombie horde!

The front of the train had transformed into a gaping maw, devouring all the zombies along the way.

The slaughter was extremely efficient.

For the Flesh Train, tonight's zombie horde was like a Mechanical Train heading to the Goblin Graveyard, a land of abundant riches.

The monsters in the Kunlun Mountains area had suddenly disappeared in recent days, and she had been struggling with what to do, afraid to venture to other maps like the other Level 6 Flesh Trains.

Just when she didn't know what to do.

The zombie horde arrived.

Like a spring rain, it instantly allowed her to smell the scent of life.

But this was only true for Level 6 Flesh Trains.

Flesh Trains of lower levels could only fight and run, dodging the attacks of high-level zombies while slaughtering the low-level ones.

A winter rain turned the entire Shahe Plains into a chaotic mess.

Countless people were awakened from their dreams.

Only the Stellar remained unaffected, as if nothing had happened.

The train's blades mechanically spun at high speed, slaughtering all zombies that approached, while the three Doomsday Machine Guns occasionally roared, firing shells with fiery trails, precisely targeting high-level monsters in the horde.

And Zhang Da Mei, piloting the Executioner mech in the rainy night, swung her giant axe, continuously slaughtering zombies.

The train residents in the Residential Carriages, unable to see outside due to the lack of windows, vaguely heard what sounded like rain, quite heavy, and slept soundly.

Having not slept for 48 consecutive hours, they were all sound asleep.

They had no idea what was happening outside.

Even when a few Level 3 zombies approached the train and started banging on the carriages, there wasn't even a slight tremor inside the train, it was extremely quiet.

“Just passing through… just passing through… excuse me…”

Inside the No. 9 Residential Carriage.

A man who got up to relieve himself carefully walked toward the rear of the carriage in the quiet and dimly lit space, apologizing softly to the residents he disturbed.

There was a refrigerator at the end of the No. 9 Residential Carriage.

This refrigerator served as the bathroom for this carriage, containing several Level 1 Purified Water Filters, allowing people to urinate directly into it.

The carriage was quite quiet.

The man tiptoed, trying his best not to wake anyone else, but as he walked to the end of the carriage, he smelled a strong bloody scent at the joint, along with the faint earthy smell after the rain.

“Hmm?”

The man paused slightly, then shook his head, not thinking too much about it, and walked into the refrigerator.

After finishing his business, he walked back to his seat, preparing to sleep.

It was raining outside, quite heavily.

As for the bloody scent, it was probably from monsters that had approached the train and been killed.

He wasn't worried.

Having stayed on the Stellar for these days, he had already witnessed its power.

If the Stellar couldn't hold out, then there was no need for him to worry.

That would mean the heavens wanted him dead.

Even Mang Ye would die, so his death would be normal.

He tiptoed back to his seat.

It was a little cold, but fortunately, Mang Ye had turned on the air conditioning, making the carriage quite warm.

Due to his extreme fatigue, he quickly fell back asleep.

The sound of the heavy rain faintly echoed in his ears.

The earthy fragrance of the rainwater partially seeped into the train.

For some reason, he slept even more soundly.

For a moment, he even forgot that he was in the apocalypse, and instead felt like he was in his rented apartment before the apocalypse, with heavy rain pouring outside the window.

Tomorrow was a holiday, and he didn't have to work.

Tonight, he could sleep in, wake up and order an extravagant 40-something yuan takeout, treat himself well, and spend another day playing on his phone.

In his daze, he had many dreams.

He dreamed that all the monsters had been killed, the apocalypse had finally ended, and the Stellar had broken through the planet and begun its interstellar voyage.

As a train resident with a number of only 3 digits, he had become an elder on the Stellar, enjoying excellent treatment.

He also dreamed that he married a gentle and virtuous woman, and they had a child. He opened a history book to tell the child everything they had encountered after the arrival of the apocalypse.

He had many dreams.

Perhaps it was because they were all good dreams that the man, already in a deep sleep, had a faint smile on his lips.

Inside guard car No. 7.

Almost all the guards were asleep. Only the members of Squad 2 were still sitting by the window, looking at their captain fighting the zombies outside. They were supposed to be patrolling outside the train tonight, but due to the special circumstances, they could only return to the car.

Besides the members of Squad 2, there were others who were not asleep.

Old Zhu, wrapped in a blanket, pushed open the door of his compartment and walked out. He looked at Biaozi, who was sitting by the window in a daze, lit a cigarette, sat down beside him, and said casually, "Still not asleep yet?"

The ventilation system in the train was excellent, and the smell of smoke would be directly discharged outside the train, without lingering in the car for long.

"Yeah."

Biaozi looked complicatedly at the mecha spinning and leaping in the rain outside the window. After a pause, he whispered, "I also want to have a mecha."

"Is that something you can have just because you want it?"

Old Zhu sighed softly before patting Biaozi's shoulder.

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"As long as your overall physical fitness meets the standards, how could Boss Mang not prepare one for you? But even if he gave you one, you wouldn't be able to use it. Go to sleep, your Squad 1 is responsible for patrolling and guarding tomorrow morning."

"Yeah."

Biaozi nodded and turned his head to look at Old Zhu. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly noticed the thick hair on Old Zhu's head and subconsciously asked, "Where did you get the wig?"

"What wig?" Old Zhu rolled his eyes unhappily: "I went to the medical pod with Stellar Coins, and my hair grew back. You'll never have the chance to see me bald again."

"The one that Shān Māozi's girlfriend went to?"

"Yeah, that's the one. But I didn't get a full-body treatment, it's too expensive. I only treated my hair. I don't have any other major problems, just some normal wear and tear of my body's organs."

"Normal wear and tear of body organs, sounds like a robot."

"It's kind of true. The medical pod is set up that way, with each organ having a certain degree of integrity. There are no disease names either, so it does feel a bit like a robot."

Biaozi looked away from Old Zhu and didn't speak. He just turned his head to look out the window: "Why aren't you asleep either?"

"I can't sleep."

Old Zhu tightened the blanket around himself, sat by the window, and followed Biaozi's gaze to look at the almost endless stream of zombies rushing towards the train in the heavy rain. After a pause, he said softly with a complicated expression.

"I feel like everything is a little too unreal. I'm worried that I'll wake up from a dream after falling asleep."

"You and I are different from Yan Yao. We've been hiding and fleeing ever since the apocalypse began. My name, Old Zhu, has probably flashed countless times on the King of Hell's book of life and death."

"You said last time that there are no good people who can survive in the apocalypse."

"I think we should add another one: people who can survive in the apocalypse are all people with extremely strong mental fortitude. Those with weaker mental fortitude would have committed suicide long ago."

"I'm used to running away."

"I'm used to not knowing when I'll die."

"Suddenly coming to the Stellar Train feels so unreal, like a dream. The last time Boss Mang and I experienced the zombie horde on Boss Kun's train, Boss Mang and I were both prepared to die. The stench of the zombies went straight into my brain. I could even imagine the zombies tearing my body apart."

"I was bald back then, so it would have been easier to pluck my hair."

"If zombies were so particular before eating people."

"And yet, it's only been a few months."

Old Zhu looked complicatedly at the zombies outside the window, constantly rushing towards the train's blade in the rain and being cut into pieces. After a moment of silence, he extinguished the cigarette in his hand in a nearby cola can.

"We can sit here and calmly admire those zombies, like we're just chatting."

"I didn't used to believe in fatalism."

"Fatalism is when a particularly devastating disaster strikes, there's always a protagonist who takes on the task of saving the world. But after meeting Boss Mang, I suddenly started to believe in fatalism."

"Do you think you'll see the day the Stellar Train is destroyed?"

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Biaozi was also silent for a moment before shaking his head and saying, "No, if the Stellar Train really is destroyed one day, then I will definitely die in front of the Stellar Train."

"Is that so?"

Old Zhu suddenly laughed: "You seem to have a strong obsession with the Stellar Train."

"Yeah." Biaozi nodded and met Old Zhu's gaze, shaking his head helplessly: "I don't know why, but to tell you the truth, the reason I've always wanted to find opportunities to make contributions is partly because I'm eager to gain Boss Mang's approval. I don't ask for any rewards, I just want him to praise me."

"Praise me, the captain of Guard Squad 1, as being worthy of the name, capable of shouldering great responsibilities."

"The other reason is to maintain my position. After all, I'm considered an old-timer. If I end up not being as good as the newcomers on the Stellar Train, I'd feel a bit embarrassed. It's human nature, you can understand."

"And the last reason is."

"I really hope that the Stellar Train can become better. I don't have any family anymore. The Stellar Train is my only emotional sustenance in the apocalypse. If the Stellar Train is gone, then even if I'm still alive, I'll be like a walking corpse, not knowing what to do, like a headless fly."

"For the sake of the Stellar Train, I can give everything, like protecting my family."

Old Zhu looked at the tidal wave of zombies outside the window again: "Boss Mang doesn't seem to praise people very often."

"He praised Li Shiji."

"That kid is really amazing, like he's unlocked his genetic code."

Biaozi stopped talking and just looked out the window in silence.

"I'm going to sleep."

Old Zhu sighed softly, then got up and patted Biaozi on the back: "We still have things to do tomorrow, so you should go to sleep early too. Don't set a flag for yourself, I'm really afraid you'll die one day."

"Don't take so many risks in the future."

"In the Stellar Train, you're the only real friend I can talk to. If you die, I won't even have anyone to talk to."

"It's quite lonely."

Biaozi didn't reply, he just waved his hand to indicate that he understood.

The number of zombies outside gradually decreased. Even a tidal wave of zombies couldn't withstand this rate of death.

It's like.

Even the most desperate night will eventually usher in its dawn.

And before that, what needs to be done is to survive, to strive to live until the day you see the dawn.