The car windows were closed, and the food in the pot was almost cooked.
He simply thickened it with cornstarch.
Out of the pot!
He made two dishes in total: stir-fried green peppers with dried tofu and stir-fried diced carrots with corn.
These vegetables could be kept for a long time; the other vegetables were eaten a few days ago.
He plated the vegetables and served three bowls of rice.
The train entered the tunnel, and darkness suddenly descended.
A sharp screech of brakes rang out.
"Screech--"
The lights in the dining car came on, and the entire train came to a complete stop inside the tunnel.
Heavy footsteps echoed from the end of the dimly lit corridor.
A large, imposing figure entered the dining car, blocking the lights and casting a large shadow on the table.
His voice was deep and gentle. "The weather is getting hotter and hotter."
This was Leon, the first core member of the Armed Train Project and its driver.
Silas had heard of him before his rebirth, but he died young and Silas had never had any dealings with him.
Unexpectedly, after being reborn, he encountered him again, and he happened to be a train driver.
Silas nodded and asked, "How much longer until we reach the meat cannery?"
"You'll arrive once you exit this tunnel."
"Then tomorrow we'll drive the truck to the vicinity of the cannery and let them go down and loot supplies."
"You can decide these things, as long as I can see my daughter." Leon finished speaking and continued eating in silence.
Leon was a man of few words, so in most of their conversations, Silas would talk while he listened.
Although it was a bit dull, it was much better than his teammates in his previous life.
At least he didn't have to be constantly on edge, dodging zombies and
Nine days was not a long time, and Silas had only completed one-third of the things on his mental to-do list. He was far from being ready.
The collection of supplies was mostly complete, but the train modification had not yet begun.
Originally, he wanted to find an acquaintance from his past life, a guy whose profession was "motorcycle modifier". If he trained him in advance, it wouldn't be a problem to change his career path to train modification.
But now he didn't know which repair shop he was hiding in.
Therefore, Silas planned to find another pre-booked member first.
—The
The two most important milestones in the Armed Train Project are `
Leaving aside those
The railway tracks there were so badly damaged that without repair methods, the armed train would simply become a metal shell.
And Octavius's abilities happened to be able to solve this problem.
If Silas remembered correctly, he lived in an orphanage near this cannery.
Thinking of this, a rare touch of tenderness appeared in Silas's eyes.
After finishing the last grain of rice in his bowl, Leon hesitated for a moment and asked, "How long will this high temperature last?"
Although Silas was mysterious and not a good person, he knew a lot of things.
These things could allow him to survive this damn apocalypse, and perhaps even return home alive to see his daughter.
This was enough.
Moreover, compared to the more than a thousand people behind him in the carriage, he was currently doing quite well.
"A year, or longer."
"What about the north? Would it be better there?"
"It will only get worse. The high temperatures are just the beginning. We will experience even more terrifying natural disasters later."
Silas's soft voice echoed in the carriage.
These natural disasters seemed to have been orchestrated, one after another, and each region was different.
He casually tossed the empty bowls and chopsticks into the sink. "Tomorrow, I'll install the explosion-proof mesh on the dining car's windows."
"Clear."
Silas waved his hand. "Go and rest."
Leon got up and left.
Silas glanced at the clock hanging on the inner wall of the carriage. The hour hand pointed to five o'clock in the afternoon; it was still a long time before dark.
However, the tunnel was pitch black, which was a bit suffocating, but it would not attract the attention of the zombie horde.
He stretched and threw the kitchen knife and cutting board into the sink.
He didn't like washing dishes.
...
Silas walked quietly towards the back of the carriage.
He was pondering how to arrange these carriages.
The front of the car was practically crammed full by the powertrain; there was only a little space around the dashboard, but not much there was to do there.
They could just reinforce the seals then, and if conditions permit, they could upgrade the power system further.
The first dining car could be kept; in the apocalypse, besides bitterness, only good food could soothe the soul.
The team also needed a meeting room like this.
The remaining space could also be used to create a small storage room to store some food and clean water for daily use.
The second sightseeing carriage should be converted into a combat preparation room, and it could also be used to go up to the second floor to attack enemies approaching the train.
Section 3 (For His Own Use)...
Before he could make up his mind, he had already reached the end of the fifth carriage.
Subconsciously, he lifted his heels slightly off the ground, spread his feet as wide as possible, and stepped onto the red carpet in the corridor without making a sound.
Silas looked down at the doorknob, where a strand of hair was wrapped.
This was just something he had casually wrapped around it.
Fortunately, Ms. Jade was very obedient and did not step out of the carriage during this time, and did not even open the door.
"Dong dong dong"
The sound was sudden, and Silas's raised hand froze in mid-air.
He turned his head to look at the door connecting to the sixth carriage.
"Boom boom boom!"
Perhaps because they didn't hear the sound, the knocking on the other end became even more urgent.
Some noises came from inside the soft sleeper compartment.
Silas could vaguely hear the conversation between the mother and daughter, with Jade saying something like not to pay attention to it.
He put his hand down, turned around, and walked towards the doorway.
Suddenly lifting the curtain, the person opposite was startled, then said, "The glass in the back carriage that was carrying zombies has cracked!"
"Oh, I see."
"Hey, hello!"
Ignoring the man's shouts, Silas lowered the curtain and glanced sideways behind him.
The corridor was completely dark, and the soft sleeper compartment was also extremely quiet.
Silas narrowed his eyes, returned to the front carriage, picked up his usual wrench, opened the carriage door, and listened to the wild roars coming from the dark tunnel.
With a light leap, he landed on the ground.
He walked along the railway tracks without any protective measures.
For a seasoned veteran who had survived the apocalypse for four years, darkness was his safe zone, and he trusted zombies far more than any human being.
Carriages 6, 7, 8, and 9 were loaded with people, and then carriages 10 and 11 were filled with suddenly mutated zombies.
Silas arrived outside the 9th carriage.
A faint light emanated from inside, like the flame of a lighter, illuminating a group of enormous, terrified shadows on the walls on both sides of the tunnel.
But because of the light, no one inside the carriage saw Silas standing outside.
Silas remained silent and stood there quietly for five minutes.
He finally noticed something was off.
They were tense and terrified, but their faces weren't turned toward the 10th carriage where the zombies were locked.
It was the direction the front of the train was facing!
Because that was what they perceived as the source of danger!
The light gradually dimmed, probably because the lighter had run out of gas. With the last glimmer of light, one could barely make out a group of men huddled together.
The leader's face was obscured; he was only wearing a large, dark gray hoodie.
Amidst the chaotic howls of the corpses, Silas, standing in the darkness, smiled.
(End of this chapter)
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Author - 莽签
Translator and Editor - Husband
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