The carriage was like a massive meat grinder, its inner walls plastered with dark black bloodstains.
Remnants of the disaster were everywhere, leaving no place to step without having to steel oneself and tread upon them.
One could imagine that when the catastrophe erupted, this train had just pulled into the station, and then the tragedy unfolded.
Several fresh corpses were scattered haphazardly across the aisles—some of ordinary zombies, others of mutant zombies.
Ling Mo also found two members of Tom's Team—both had died horribly—one with half their head gone.
A team member searched their bodies and sighed, "Combined, they didn't even have twenty bullets on them. The situation with Tom's Team doesn't look good."
"Given our already sparse supply of weapons and ammunition, fighting this tough battle is difficult. If we were in the camp, we wouldn't be at such a disadvantage," another member said with worry.
