"Boom!!!"
Another lightning bolt sliced through the rainy night, as if the downpour was paused momentarily, every drop visible in stark clarity. The thunder that followed was deafening, resonating between heaven and earth.
In the corpse tide below.
The train, already broken into several segments and completely scrapped, burned fiercely, unable to be extinguished even by the rain.
"Roar!"
The slightly wounded 6th-level zombie let out a roar, then charged in a specific direction, with countless other zombies following as if pursuing a general.
Those heavily wounded zombies remained, rolling painfully in the rain and howling miserably.
The chaos of the rainy night drowned all noise, paradoxically carrying an extreme sense of silence.
...
"Hoo..."
On the other side of Shahe Plain, inside the World-Hating train, a young man sitting at the control panel exhaled in relief. Fortunately, he had a drill attachment, making staying underground somewhat safe.
