RPAGF Chapter 112 The Tragedy of the Final Station (1)
Chapter 112 The Tragedy of the Final Station (1)
A section of railway in Georgia.
The railway is flanked by dense forests. Because it is far from residential areas, it is quite secluded and peaceful, giving people the illusion that it is no different from before the disaster.
A blue pickup truck was driving along the railway tracks in the distance.
In the passenger seat, Gray was observing the outside environment through the open window. Seeing no sign of walkers, he reached out and knocked on the car door, then turned to the driver and shouted:
"Martin, that's enough, let's stop here."
The driver, Martin, who was wearing a baseball cap and chewing gum, slammed on the brakes upon hearing this.
The pickup truck suddenly braked hard, and the wheels screeched as they came to a stop against the sand and gravel.
Boom... Boom...
The two people who were fast asleep in the back seat were caught off guard and, due to inertia, crashed into the front seat, making intimate contact with the back of the seat.
Oh my god...
The pain on their faces jolted the two groggy men more awake, and they both complained, "Shit, how could you drive like that...?"
"Ah......"
Martin glanced at the disheveled two men in the rearview mirror and a smug grin spread across his face.
"..."
Grey ignored the little incident and got out of the car after it came to a complete stop.
"..."
Gray cautiously observed his surroundings again. The world outside was fraught with danger, and he dared not be careless in the slightest.
After confirming once again that it was safe, Ge Rui gave instructions to the people in the car:
"Wayne, Martin, you two are in charge of keeping watch."
"Alex, bring the sign over here."
Martin and Wayne didn't waste any words upon hearing the order. They each took out their weapons from the car and then, in perfect unison, each took charge of a direction and began to keep watch.
"This is unbelievable..."
On the other side, Alex got out of the car, rubbing his aching nose, still muttering to himself.
Reluctantly, he took a prepared sign and tools from the truck bed and walked around the car to where Gray was standing.
"Hurry up, stop dawdling..."
Gray kicked a small crater in the ground and said to his brother Alex, "Here, just put it here."
"Why would we risk coming out to do this...?"
Alex stuck the sign into a small hole in the ground, frowning as he complained to Gray:
“Is there really any point in us doing this?”
"..."
Grey reached out to help hold the sign steady so that Alex could tamp it down.
Upon hearing his words, he turned to look at his younger brother, whose beliefs ran counter to his own, and said with a firm gaze:
"Of course it's meaningful! Those who are homeless need our help."
He knew Alex didn't want to go out and take risks, and he had only dragged him out this time, so he could understand Alex's dissatisfaction.
"Who knows if anyone will see these signs..."
Alex just pursed his lips after hearing that, and then said, "Besides, would they even believe these things?"
Alex looked at the slogan written on the wooden sign and was very skeptical of his brother's idea.
He always felt that his brother and the people in the community were simply what people online call "white leftists," and that they were somewhat mentally unstable.
In this day and age, everyone is struggling to take care of themselves. Even their current community has only just stabilized after a long time, so why should they share it with others?
"Even if only one person is saved because our sign helps them find their way to the final stop, it's worth it..."
Gary just smiled at his brother's complaints, paused for a moment, and then said earnestly, "We must remain human and do the right thing..."
"If everyone thought like you, then no one would be willing to try to help others..."
"Put yourself in their shoes. If you were homeless, wouldn't you also want a shelter that would take you in?"
"Furthermore, we need more people and more manpower to build our communities..."
"..."
Alex remained silent, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with his brother's words.
"I think Gray is right!"
At this moment, Wayne, who was standing on the truck bed, overheard the brothers' conversation and chimed in:
"We only did a small thing, it didn't take much time or effort, but it might change some people's lives..."
"..."
Martin, on the other side, chewed his tasteless gum without offering any comment.
He didn't care about these things, nor did he care about the people outside.
For Martin, staying in the terminal station day after day was incredibly boring, and going out was just a rare opportunity for him to get some fresh air.
"..."
Alex fell silent after hearing Wayne's words.
He knew there were many people like Wayne at the terminal station who supported his brother, so he silently continued to hammer the sign into the ground.
......
Not far away, in what appears to be a peaceful forest, a life-or-death crisis is lurking.
Most of the sunlight was blocked by the dense foliage, leaving only scattered, mottled rays of light that fell on the ground like broken glass.
Amidst the interplay of light and shadow, a figure was frantically fleeing for their life, looking utterly disheveled.
A tattooed man, dragging his injured leg, gasped for breath as he weaved through the trees, trying to use the thick trunks to conceal himself from the terrifying monster relentlessly pursuing him.
"Ho...ho..."
Two ragged, grotesque zombies staggered after their prey, emitting eerie roars from their mouths.
They seem to be able to smell the source of blood and always find the man's hiding place with perfect accuracy.
"Fake..."
The tattooed man hiding behind the trees had barely caught his breath when he saw the zombies relentlessly chasing after him again. He couldn't help but curse in frustration, and then had no choice but to drag his injured leg and continue his escape.
Having escaped the carnage, the tattooed man had no time to stop and properly treat the wounds on his legs.
Due to excessive blood loss, his consciousness was beginning to waver, and the exhaustion from fleeing while wounded was immense. He felt his body growing weaker and weaker, and he might collapse at any moment.
The zombies behind him clung to him like maggots, and he couldn't shake them off. A sense of despair hung over the tattooed man's heart like a dark cloud.
……
rustle......
When the tattooed man finally reached the edge of the woods, he could see the scene outside through the low bushes. At that moment, he immediately spotted the car parked by the tracks and Gray and his group.
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