Silas gave a perfectly timed wry smile. "There's no rescue. We're just a bunch of refugees. Who could have imagined the world would turn out like this? We thought the north would be colder, and that it would freeze those living dead to death."
"There's not much food left on the bus. Everyone, get off and find something. Do you want to get on the bus?"
The bespectacled man glanced at the silent crowd around him and hesitated for a moment.
Silas continued to persuade, "There are many people on the bus, so if anything happens, there will be someone to help you."
In a short while, his family members also gathered around. The old lady with a wrinkled face said, "Get on the bus, get on the bus! Let's stick together and keep warm, it's just these tickets..."
The old woman's eyes darted around, and she looked pitiful. "Our whole family finally managed to escape, but we didn't bring much money with us. We only have a car parked outside. I wonder if that can cover the cost of the ticket?"
Silas cursed the old man in his heart.
Is he blind? He was hiding jewelry with his daughter-in-law in the back just now.
But he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he blinked a couple of times, his eyes slightly red, and sighed, "It must be tough for you to have your families with you. I'll pay for the train tickets myself, but please don't tell anyone, or the train conductor will punish me."
The old lady smiled so broadly her wrinkles stretched out. "Young man, you're such a good person. Don't worry, my whole family is very well-behaved and won't say anything!"
Silas smiled and flipped through the roster. "Just leave your name and you can board the train. You're in carriage number 20."
The bespectacled man seemed a bit off, so he kept a watchful eye and gave a fake name.
After noting down the names of the people, Silas said, "Just go inside and walk towards the back. There might be a lot of people, but you're quite old, so please ask them to make way for you."
"Good, good lad."
The old lady praised him repeatedly.
The family, without suspecting anything, happily boarded the train.
Seeing them go upstairs, Silas sneered. This family was no pushovers.
The young woman begged him for help several times, while the old woman's youngest son had a fierce look on his face and kept his hands in his pockets the whole time.
What's most hateful is that little brat, who swiped a bag of potato chips as soon as he got on the bus. He was incredibly skilled at it, clearly not the first time he'd done it.
Most importantly, it's his preferred flavor.
Even so, Silas still easily let them get on the car.
He actually felt a little expectant.
In isolated and resource-scarce areas, the bottom line collapses faster.
Of course, Silas was the main factor in shaping the atmosphere on the train.
He exacerbated the imbalance of resources.
Silas looked at the group of elderly passengers with strange expressions and said with a forced smile, "I also paid for your tickets. If you have any complaints, just say so."
Everyone shook their heads.
Newcomers board the train for free, but upon arriving at their new destination the next day, they must repay the train conductor's kindness many times over.
Otherwise, they would be kicked off the train.
By this time, the train had traveled countless kilometers and long since left their familiar surroundings. Leaving the train now would basically mean certain death.
The handover of supplies continued until the sun began to set.
Silas suddenly saw a familiar figure and froze in place.
"Octavius..."
"Can we get on the bus?" a young woman wearing a short-sleeved shirt from the welfare home asked.
Silas's eyes were fixed on her.
A boy in a black shirt sat in a wheelchair, his clear black and white eyes still bearing the metallic luster of his eyes.
There are actually two core aspects to building an armed train.
One is Silas, who provides various energy sources, and the other is Octavius, who can restore the broken track.
<[Manipulator]> {Archetype: Evolved Being} [He is the most comprehensive metal "manipulator" Silas had ever seen in his previous life. All kinds of alloys could be flattened and molded in his hands, and manipulated at will.]
He was planning to go find him after he finished his work, but he never expected to run into him here.
What a wonderful coincidence!
Silas became increasingly confident in his train plan. Seeing that Silas did not reply, the woman gritted her teeth and asked again.
Silas licked his lips. "No problem, get in the car."
A hint of joy finally appeared on the woman's face. She pushed the wheelchair to the side of the car, gritted her teeth at the height difference, and gripped both sides of the wheelchair.
The heavy wheelchair was lifted up directly.
Everyone was a little surprised.
Silas, watching from the side, noticed that the metallic hue in the boy's eyes intensified.
"Go up and lend a hand."
Silas said to Leon beside him.
When he met Octavius in his previous life, the other party was already a second-tier professional in the
He only knew that the other party came from a welfare home in Wen'an City, and Octavius kept other things to himself.
He had never seen the young woman before; she must be dead.
Octavius is most famous for taking in many orphans from the apocalypse and for frequently helping others, which has earned him a reputation as a saint.
No one understood him, including Silas.
In a world where everyone is fearful of the apocalypse, who would want to play the role of a saint?
But when Octavius is mentioned, everyone will give him a thumbs up and respectfully call him Master Octavius.
Because no one knows when the
Silas was very lucky; he was someone who had been blessed twice by the Holy Mother Octavius.
Leon stepped forward and took the wheelchair from the woman's hands.
By this time, there weren't many people outside anymore, and Silas planned to close the shop after collecting this batch of tickets.
Suddenly, a slight muffled thud caught his attention.
He looked up in confusion, but the strange noise disappeared again.
But for some reason, he had a creepy feeling in his heart, and subconsciously activated his
There was nothing unusual within a one-meter radius.
"Suspicious and paranoid..."
Silas muttered something and was about to call out the next person when a scream suddenly came from in front of him.
Silas subconsciously looked up, his pupils suddenly shrinking to the size of pinpoints.
A medium-sized dog-sized wild animal swept overhead and pounced on a passenger who was about to board the bus.
One bite, and blood splattered.
The beast was hairless, as if it had been skinned alive, its bright red flesh exposed to the air, its veins meandering like exposed pipes, and its scarlet eyes narrowed slightly as it scanned for its next target.
As a result, their eyes met directly.
Thank goodness he was collecting tickets inside the bus!
If he were outside and one of these things sneaked up and touched him, he'd be dead just as fast!
Silas gasped and hissed, "Close the door!"
At the same time, he suddenly pulled the window down.
"Bang—Sizzle"
The sharp claws made a piercing sound as they rubbed against the tempered glass.
Several passengers scrambled aboard and rushed back to the back of the carriage, peering nervously through the door at the
"That thing won't come for us, will it?" an older passenger said, trembling.
"Shut up! The guy surnamed Silas is closest to that dog, so if anyone's going to bite, it'll be him!"
Someone said viciously.
(End of this chapter)
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Author - 莽签
Translator and Editor - Husband
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