CIATB Chapter 27 - 27: The Train Home
Chapter 27 - 27: The Train Home
The group looked around, eyes hopeful, and
This was the intersection separating the path walk to Mocci town and the train station.
The two men looked at each other, feeling a little melancholic.
Although it had only been a few hours, the two still felt a bit sad at their separation. They found a relatively hidden place to chat and say their goodbyes.
"Well, goodbye. It was good to meet you," Tom said, extending his hand for a firm handshake.
"I hope you survive," Ansel said as he took it. Tom let out a light laugh.
"Likewise."
And so, Tom turned around (though not before giving him another look and a nostalgic nod) and went on his way.
Ansel then heaved a sigh, pulling his eyes away from his new friend, and heading to a very different direction towards the train station.
Now, alone, he was extra careful in getting the attention of the upgraded zombies. Fortunately, the concourse was mostly clear and had few things to hit.
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He eventually found the north-bound train heading to Aberdeen City.
His goo-covered shoulders slumped in relief to see the train was working.
Except for hundreds of normal zombies walking about, everything seemed to be in place.
Even the train seemed to be following the set schedule.
While waiting for his train to come, which was set to arrive in 5 minutes, two upgraded zombies managed to find him.
With his level though, he could deal with them by himself.
After killing the damn things, he climbed up the vending machine nearest the train tracks.
Five minutes felt like forever to arrive, and when it did, he immediately threw a can just outside the door to attract the zombies inside the train outside.
He watched as they swarmed out of the car and he jumped above surfaces, getting closer and closer to the open door.
Roar!
He flinched but did not halt, darting to the open door.
He entered the AI-operated train with a quick beating heart.
Bump!
The door closed, and the hand of the closest advanced zombie that went after him was stuck at the door, twitching creepily as it tried to reach him.
The train surged forward with a gentle lurch a moment later.
This was followed by a squelching sound and the twitching hand dropped down to the floor, no longer moving.
Ugh.
Ansel couldn't move for a while, still waiting for his wildly beating heart to calm.
But as he felt the train move under him at a constant pace, his whole body started to relax a bit, and he entered a state of temporary peace.
He dragged his body to a nearby seat, using a rail to support himself as he flopped down the vinyl-covered seat.
His head turned and watched outside the window as it moved.
Dimly lit tunnels flashed by in a blur of darkness. The occasional flickering lights lining the walls of the tunnel illuminated the dark outside, reminding him of the light that still existed.
He closed his eyes and heaved a sigh, resting the back of his head against the window.
He knew that he had done all that he could.
Even if he didn't make it, it was fine. He just needed to be as close as possible.