"Bastard, you bastards come back to me!"

"I don't want to die, save me!"

"I curse you, and you will not die well!"

"Hahaha! You will soon be the same as me. I'm waiting in hell...you...you!"

The fat white man in the aisle cursed loudly and was soon overwhelmed by the zombies pounced on him from behind.

The people who had already rushed into the No. 11 car looked very ugly, and the people who were behind closed the door in the aisle immediately.

But, is this useful?

"Don't stand stupidly, it's not safe here." The white man who led the lead shouted at these people. It's not that he is so great that he is, but that all these people are dead, and his chance of living will be reduced. Only when these people live can he get a greater chance of survival, even if he is good to use these people as scapegoats in the end.

Of course, no one should be a fool. If you want others to be a scapegoat for you, others may have the same idea.

Just passing through one aisle, twenty-three people turned into twenty-two people, and the remaining people truly realized the heaviness of death.

Hearing the white man in front of him, everyone came to their senses and stopped looking at the zombies behind him, and continued to walk forward.

There were no one else in the No. 11 carriage, and even the zombies chased the survivors and ran to the front carriage.

Behind him, a loud bang sound came, accompanied by a loud bang, and a sound of glass fragments falling to the ground came. The few people behind the team looked back and looked back, and their souls were immediately scared.

"Hurry up in front, those zombies broke through the glass door and rushed up!" The people behind shouted loudly, and they all hated the guys in front. Why should they walk at the end?

When they heard the movement, the people in front of them also accelerated their pace, but almost everyone would look around when they passed by the aisle of the car.

From their eyes, it can be seen that they seem to be looking for something.

"Where is the treasure chest? Didn't it mean there are five treasure chests?"

Carly kept looking at the seats on both sides, and she didn't even want to let go of the seats. Seeing her sweating profusely, her anxious look seemed a little unusual than others.

At this moment, a man behind Carly suddenly hit her, causing Carly to almost fall to the ground.

"Bastard, why are you hitting me?" Carly turned around and cursed fiercely.

The attitude behind her was not much better than hers, and she also stared fiercely.

"What are you doing? Are you going to walk faster?"

Not only him, but the others behind him were also dissatisfied and glared at Carly fiercely.

Seeing that there were many people on the other side and she was a woman again, Carly could only glar at the man who hit her, and then turned around and continued to move forward, but this time she was faster.

The movement here did not attract the attention of those people ahead, and they were also looking for possible treasure chests.

After passing through the two cars No. 11 and 10, the zombies behind him were still blocked in the car No. 11, but one of the doors of the two aisles had been smashed, the glass slag was shattered all over the ground, and the other was in danger.

The roars and impacts of the zombies behind him were like the sounds of death-hunting magic, which made the people in the team quicken their pace.

Although they wanted to stop and look for whether there were life-saving treasure chests in these cars, they were obviously not allowed to do so in terms of time.

With a loud bang, the last door of the No. 11 carriage was also smashed to pieces through the last door of the No. 10 carriage, and a large number of zombies rushed into the No. 10 carriage.

But at this time, the people at the front of the team were also in trouble.

There were actually six or seven zombies gathered in the No. 8 carriage in front.

As if he heard the movement, the zombies suddenly turned around and looked here.

The people walking in front of the team suddenly felt a "knock" in their hearts, cursing that these zombies did not chase the people in front like other zombies.

How could they know that these zombies were bitten later. After they were transformed, the people in front had already run away, so they were kept.

"There is no choice but to rush!" The leading white man looked at the strong black man beside him and said, "We two rush together."

The black man nodded and clenched a baseball bat in his hand tightly.

It was picked up from carriage No. 10. There were five same baseball bats, held in the hands of five other people.

In addition, they also picked up some discarded clothes on the way. Those without weapons wrapped their hands with clothes, layer after layer, wrapping their hands larger than casserole.

"Run!" The leading white man shouted loudly and took the lead and rushed forward quickly.

With a dull bang, the baseball bat in his hand hit the head of a zombie that rushed to the front. The zombie immediately tilted its body, hitting its head heavily against the wall, and fell to the ground.

The space in the aisle of the car was limited, and white men and black men rushed to the front, constantly waving the baseball bat in their hands, knocking down the six zombies who rushed up, and then rushed forward while the zombies fell to the ground.

The people behind followed in a panic and kicked the zombies from time to time.

"ah!"

Suddenly, a scream was heard.

A zombie grabbed one of the legs of a white man and bit it hard at the position among his legs.

Outside, all the men couldn't help but gasp and felt that the crotch was cold.

The unlucky white man screamed almost subconsciously and grabbed another person next to him.

"Bastard, let go!" The person who was caught suddenly looked panicked and grabbed the other party's hand hard, trying to spread him apart.

At this moment, a zombie lying on the ground rushed up. This was a small zombie, who looked only eleven or twelve years old, rode directly on the man's neck and opened his mouth and bit his scalp hard.

With a 'tear', a layer of scalp with hair was bitten down.

"Ahhh!!!"

The man ridden by the little zombie was covered in dust. He grabbed the little zombie hard and threw it out with force.

At this moment, the person behind him kicked him to the ground.

With a "bang", his head hit the metal base of the seat heavily and fainted.

The person who kicked this kick was also pale. Seeing the little zombie with a scalp in his mouth about to get up, he rushed forward a few steps, not daring to stop at all.

The people behind, keep up quickly.

With a loud bang, the aisle door leading to Car No. 10 to Car No. 9 was smashed by a large group of zombies behind. Dozens of zombies immediately rushed into Car No. 9.

The people behind were watching the dead souls rising and desperately trying to squeeze forward.

"Damn it, hurry up in front!"

"James, you bastard dare to push me!"

"What's wrong with pushing you? You thought you were my boss, get out of here!"

......

Before the zombies rushed up, they almost started fighting.

The people in front of them ignored the commotion behind and even the white man who had been leading the way, he just glanced back and said nothing.

He needs help from his companions, but he doesn't need too much.

There are still twenty people in their team now, as long as there are about ten people rushing to the safe area in front alive.

The person running in the front had already entered the No. 7 carriage at this time.

The No. 6 carriage in front was filled with dozens of zombies.

Seeing this scene, the white man's eyes flashed. If he guessed correctly, the rest of the survivors should be in the No. 5 car.

"You have to enter the cab and control the train." The white man thought to himself.

They are not the only ones who survived. If you want to use this train to arrive in Busan, they must take control. Although they don’t know what the outside world is like, but he has watched some zombie movies and is sure that the outside world is completely messy. Maybe there are zombies everywhere, which is definitely much more dangerous than on this train.

Based on the current situation, they can only arrive in Busan through this train. If they change to a means of transportation, or simply use it, there will be a dead end.

"There is carriage No. 6 in front, let's fight." The white man turned his head and said to the black man beside him.

Before the black man could speak, someone behind him disagreed.

"You are crazy, you are the zombies in the whole carriage!" The person behind shouted dissatisfiedly: "I don't agree. I won't go if I beat you to death. I'll stay here. At worst, we can block the door, and the zombies behind may not be able to rush up."

Hearing his words, many timid people quickly followed suit.

"There is only a dead end to stay here." The strong black man snorted coldly: "You cowards, have you forgotten the rules of the game on the radio before? Our destination is to arrive in Busan. Do you know where the train is heading?"

"If you want to die yourself, no one will force you to rush forward. But you have heard it clearly. The final outcome of staying here is only a dead end. If you fight now, you may still have the possibility of survival."

"Do you want to die or fight for your life? You can choose it yourself!"

The white man glanced at the black man with some surprise.

He thought the other party was just a guy with developed limbs and simple minds, but he didn't expect that he would misunderstand it.

The black man didn't care about the white man's gaze. He snorted coldly at the people behind him and walked forward.

At this time, everyone had already squeezed into the No. 7 carriage, and the door behind them had been closed.

Except for the two whites and blacks who were leading the way, the others were somewhat hesitant, not knowing whether they should rush forward. In fact, they also understood the truth, but when they saw the black zombies in the No. 6 carriage in front of them, they couldn't help but tremble their legs, and they had no strength or courage to rush forward.

At this time, no one noticed that an inconspicuous figure in the crowd was lowering her head and trembling. Others thought she was just simply afraid, just like their own trembling legs, and no one noticed that the black lines gradually spread on her neck under her long golden hair to her cheeks.

"What should I do? Do I need to rush?"

"I think we'd better stay here. Maybe the destination of this train is Busan?"

"Can you be sure? What if not?"
To be continued...