My Doomsday Train

Amidst a crowd of greedy gazes.

Chen Mang slowly ate the two steaming buns with pickled vegetables, and after drinking his bottled water in one gulp, he finally let out a long breath.

He finally felt a little full; he had almost starved to death these past few days.

He had tried his best to protect his vital parts, and now he only felt pain all over his body, but it didn't affect his movements much, and his joints were all intact.

If only he had a cigarette right now; he always wanted to smoke after a good meal.

He glanced around the carriage, at the people who were leaning against the iron walls of the carriage behind him, silent and not speaking.

Suddenly being transported to this world, the things that had happened in the past few days had been too much of a shock to him.

From a society where he had no worries about food and clothing, he had suddenly been transported to such an apocalyptic world.

How to survive had become the biggest question.

As for cigarettes.

What was he thinking? In this environment where he could starve to death at any moment, where was he going to find cigarettes?

Just then—

“Big Brother.”

A bald man with a face full of dirt came over, maintaining a relatively safe distance, his face filled with a flattering smile.

He carefully took out a piece of cloth from his arms, and from it took out two slightly wrinkled cigarettes, offering them up with a rather fawning and apprehensive expression: “Big Brother, want a smoke?”

“…”

Chen Mang looked down at the two rather wrinkled cigarettes placed on the cloth, and then looked up at the bald man.

He knew that everyone in this carriage was on the verge of starvation and had no supplies on them.

At this time, this man had secretly hidden two cigarettes; if this had been revealed earlier, they would have been snatched away long ago.

Sure enough.

He could already see that many men were looking at the bald man's back with a hint of greed.

If he refused at this time, the bald man's fate would not be good.

The bald man was also very aware of this, his eyes filled with pleading and apprehension.

After a long pause, he took the cigarettes from the bald man's hand, put one to his mouth, and wrapped the other in the cloth and put it in his pocket.

Seeing this.

The bald man immediately breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly took out a half-box of matches from his arms, and came up with a flattering expression, lighting a match in the dim carriage and carefully holding the flame to Chen Mang's mouth: “Big Brother, fire.”

“Huff.”

Sitting on the straw mat and leaning against the iron wall of the carriage, Chen Mang exhaled a puff of smoke, his brow furrowing slightly.

The greedy look in the eyes of the people in the carriage who had been looking at the bald man quickly disappeared.

“Okay, okay, thank you, Big Brother.”

The bald man's eyes were full of excitement, and he hurriedly got up and carefully sat on the iron sheet next to Chen Mang, making sure that his buttocks did not touch even a bit of the straw mat.

The scarlet cigarette butt flickered in the dim carriage.

Soon.

The cigarette burned out, and Chen Mang crushed the cigarette butt on the iron sheet of the carriage floor.

After a moment of silence, he said softly: “Where did you get the cigarettes?”

He didn't know much about this world, and he needed to learn as much information as possible about this world through communication.

He didn't communicate at first because these people didn't have the conditions for communication at all, and this bald man who took the initiative to surrender was the first person he had met who could communicate.

He didn't mind someone surrendering, but rather accepted it, after all, one person's strength was not enough, and it was easier to get things done with more people.

As for whether the other party was sincere or not…

Thinking about this question was as boring and meaningless as a young man entering puberty fantasizing.

“This…”

The bald man looked around, lowered his voice and whispered: “Big Brother, I used to be a deputy train conductor, but only a deputy train conductor of a small train, not as big as this train.”

“Later, in a disaster, that train was completely destroyed.

When I was stranded in the wilderness, I was caught by this train and became a slave.

I didn't finish a pack of cigarettes at that time, and I kept it until now, and there are only two left.”

“There are a total of three slave carriages on this train.

Counting 100 people per slave carriage, there are a total of 300 slaves.”

“It should be a Level 2 train, and it may even be close to a Level 3 train.”

“Now this train is going to the mine.

Although mining is a physical job and it is very dangerous, and people die from time to time, during the days of mining, everyone's food is supplied in abundance, and everyone can eat their fill.”

“It's just…”

“When the time comes, Big Brother, can you try to arrange a job with a low risk factor for me?”

“…”

Chen Mang was silent for a long time, digesting all the information, before looking at the middle-aged man who was talking with his head close to his ear but his buttocks firmly seated outside the straw mat.

The posture was quite comical, and even the expression of not daring to overstep was a bit over the top, but he enjoyed it.

This was a person who knew his limits.

“Deputy train conductor?”

“Yes.”

The bald man said shyly and embarrassedly: “I have been a deputy all my life.

Before the apocalypse, I was the deputy class leader in my student days, and I was the deputy manager when I joined the company.

Later, after the apocalypse came, I was lucky enough to become a deputy train conductor.”

“I have never been a regular in my life, and I have never thought about being a regular.”

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“Limited ability.”

“It's also luck that I have been able to make a living before and after the apocalypse.”

“…”

Chen Mang didn't speak any more, but just lowered his eyes slightly.

According to his observations these past few days and the information revealed by this man, there were basically only two types of people in this apocalyptic world.

Train conductors, slaves.

And each train has a different level, and higher-level trains have stronger defenses and means of attack.

The first three days after being transported to this world.

They had been stationed in a wilderness somewhere.

Although they were not allowed to leave the carriage, they could feel through the occasional opening of the connecting seams that the thugs were always on high alert, as if they were worried about some monster that would rush out at any time.

In this apocalyptic world.

Basically, there is no such thing as a gathering place.

All gathering places are trains, and the larger the gathering place, the larger the train.

If you want to survive long enough and well enough in this world, you must become a train conductor and have a train of your own.

Train conductor…

He began to think silently and didn't speak any more.

This bald man used to be a deputy train conductor and definitely knew more about trains than other slaves.

This person was very useful and couldn't die; he was a talent.

Most importantly, this person had once been in a high position, but now he had become a slave, but he didn't have a trace of alienation, as if he was a born slave.

And when he caught a trace of a clue.

He immediately took out his treasured good things and clung to him, trying to get protection.

He was an old fox.

The carriage fell silent again, with only the occasional sound of someone walking to the other corner to pee.

The bald man sat dutifully next to Chen Mang, resting his head on his arm for a nap.

His eyes were full of anxiety about the journey ahead.

In this world.

Only in the constantly moving train carriages can there be basic safety guarantees.

Once stationed in a wilderness or a mine, the risk factor increases greatly, and there is a possibility of being surrounded by a large-scale zombie horde at any time.

He didn't want to die.

Everyone in the car didn't want to die.

No one wanted to die.

But someone always had to die.