My Doomsday Train.

Chapter 2 No one wants to die, but someone has to die.

Amidst the greedy eyes.

Chen Mang slowly ate two steaming buns with pickled mustard greens, and drank the mineral water in his hand in one gulp. Then he let out a long sigh, finally feeling a little full. He almost fainted from hunger these past few days.

Just now he tried his best to protect the key parts of his body. Now he just felt pain all over his body, but it did not affect his movements much, and his joints were all intact.

It would be nice if I could have a cigarette at this moment. I always want to smoke a cigarette after eating and drinking.

He glanced inside the carriage, leaned against the iron sheet behind him and remained silent. He was suddenly transported to this world. What happened in the past few days had a huge impact on him. From a society where people had no worries about food and clothing, he suddenly traveled to such a doomsday world.

How to survive has become the biggest issue.

As for the smoke.

What was I thinking? Where could I find cigarettes in this environment where I could starve to death at any time?

at this time--

"Brother."

A bald man with a face covered in dirt came over. After keeping a relatively safe distance, he put on a flattering smile and carefully pulled out a piece of cloth from his pocket. He took out two wrinkled cigarettes from it and offered them to me in a rather flattering and nervous manner: "Big Brother, do you want to smoke?"

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Chen Mang looked down at the two wrinkled cigarettes placed on the cloth, then looked up at the bald man. He knew that everyone in this carriage was on the verge of starvation and had no supplies on them. Yet, this man had secretly hidden two cigarettes. If this had been leaked earlier, they would have been snatched away.

as predicted.

He had already seen many men looking at the bald man's back with a hint of greed. If he refused at this time, the bald man would basically not end up well.

The bald man was also very aware of this, with pleading and nervousness in his eyes.

He paused for a while, then took the cigarette from the bald man, put one to his lips, and wrapped the other in cloth and put it in his pocket.

See this.

The bald man heaved a sigh of relief, and hurriedly pulled out a half-empty box of matches from his pocket. He came forward with a flattering look on his face, lit a match in the dimly lit compartment, and carefully held the flame to Chen Mang's lips: "Brother, fire."

"call"

Chen Mang, who was sitting on a straw mat leaning against the iron sheet of the carriage, exhaled a long puff of smoke, frowned slightly, and coughed uncontrollably a few times. The smoke was a bit moldy and very choking.

But in this environment, if you can have a cigarette after eating and drinking, what else can you complain about?

Took another deep breath.

He shook the cigarette ash onto the iron sheet on the floor of the carriage beside him, then looked at the bald man, waved his hand and said softly, "You will sit next to me from now on."

The words fell.

The greed in the eyes of the people in the carriage who were looking at the bald man quickly disappeared.

"Okay, okay, thank you, big brother."

The bald man's eyes were full of excitement. He quickly stood up and carefully sat on the iron sheet next to Chen Mang, making sure that his butt did not touch even a piece of the straw mat.

The scarlet cigarette butt flickered in the dim carriage.

soon.

The cigarette burned out, and Chen Mang crushed the butt on the iron sheet on the carriage floor. After a pause, he whispered, "Where did you get this?"

He didn't know much about this world, and he needed to learn as much information about this world as possible through communication. He didn't communicate at first because these people didn't have the conditions to communicate at all. This bald man who surrendered voluntarily was the first person he met with whom he could communicate.

He didn't mind someone surrendering, but was quite receptive. After all, the power of one person was not enough, and more people were needed to get things done.

As for whether the other party is sincere
Thinking about this question is as boring and meaningless as the fantasies of a young boy entering puberty and falling in love.

"this."

The bald man looked around and whispered in a low voice, "Brother, I used to be the deputy conductor of a small train, not as large as this one."

"Later, a disaster struck and the train was completely destroyed. I was caught by this train while stranded in the wilderness and became a slave. I didn't finish the pack of cigarettes I had at that time, and now I only have two left."

"This train has three slave cars. If we assume each car holds 100 slaves, there are a total of 300 slaves." "It should be a Class 2 train, maybe even approaching a Class 3 train."

"This train is heading to the mines. Although mining is physically demanding and dangerous, with casualties occurring from time to time, food is fully supplied to everyone during the mining days, so everyone can eat their fill."

"only."

"When the time comes, big brother, can you please arrange a job for me that is less dangerous?"

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Chen Mang was silent for a long time. After digesting all the information, he looked at the middle-aged man who was talking in his ear with his head pressed close but his butt was sitting firmly outside the straw mat.

The posture was quite funny, and even the expression of not daring to go beyond was a bit excessive, but he enjoyed it very much.

This is a person who knows his limits.

"Assistant conductor?"

"Yeah." The bald man said awkwardly, "I've been a deputy all my life. Before the apocalypse, I was a deputy monitor when I was a student, and then a deputy manager when I joined the company. Then, after the apocalypse, I luckily became a deputy train conductor."

"I've never done anything right in my life, and I've never thought about doing anything right."

“Limited capacity.”

"It's also a stroke of luck that I was able to make a living before and after the apocalypse."

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Chen Mang didn't say anything else, but just lowered his eyes slightly. Based on his observations over the past few days and the information revealed by this man, there are basically only two types of people in this doomsday world.

Train conductor, slave.

Each train has a different level, and higher-level trains have stronger defense and attack capabilities.

The first three days after crossing into this world.

They have been stationed somewhere in the wasteland. Although they are not allowed to leave the carriage, it can be felt through the gaps in the joints that open from time to time that the thugs have been keeping a high level of vigilance, as if they are worried that a monster may rush out at any time.

In this doomsday world.

Basically, there is no such thing as a gathering place. All gathering places are trains. The larger the gathering place, the bigger the train.

If you want to survive long enough and well enough in this world, you must become a train conductor and own a train of your own.

Train conductor.
He began to ponder silently and stopped talking. This bald man used to be the deputy train conductor and must know more about trains than other slaves. This man is very useful and cannot die. He is a talent.

The most important thing is that this person once held a high position, but now he has become a slave, but he does not feel different at all, as if he was born a slave.

And when you catch a hint.

He immediately took out his treasured possessions and climbed up to try to get protection.

He's a veteran.

The carriage fell into silence again, with only the sound of someone walking to the other corner to urinate from time to time.

The bald man sat next to Chen Mang obediently, resting his head on his arm and taking a nap.

His eyes were filled with anxiety about the journey ahead.

in this world.

Only in a constantly moving train carriage can there be basic security. Once stationed in a wasteland or a mine, the risk factor will increase significantly, and you may be surrounded by a large tide of zombies at any time.

He doesn't want to die.

No one in the car wanted to die.

No one wants to die.

But someone has to die.

(End of this chapter)