Under the silent night sky, dried-out tumbleweeds rolled across the Gobi Desert with the wind.
Having moved away from the Extreme Cold Vortex, the temperature had risen above 0 degrees, but the temperature difference on the Gobi Desert at night was immense, and the sand-laden winds were rather chilly.
The large track bases laid on the desert were elevated by hard stone, and there were no protective railings in this desolate, uninhabited area.
Clang, clang, clang, a crisp rail-shaking sound gradually broke the silence, surrounding yellow sand trembled, and with a flash of dazzling train lights, a black-green heavy armored locomotive roared forth with ferocity. Behind it stretched a steel dragon winding to the earth's end.
More than 500 train cars had all their lights on, silhouettes moved within; some sat, some stood, some walked, some conversed. Each was a survivor of the apocalypse, fugitives of civilization.
