Apocalypse: I Built the Infinite Train

“What the hell are you trying to do?!”

Just as tensions reached a boiling point, Luo Shasha squeezed through the crowd, wielding a grenade launcher. Behind her, the tall Luo Ye followed with a machine gun in hand.

“We’re on the same side! Qian, if you’ve got the guts, go ahead and pull the trigger!”

Luo Shasha, though young and petite, stood resolutely in front of Lin Xian and Kiki with her oversized weapon, exuding the aura of a fierce little sister.

Qian Yu’s eyes swept over the group staring him down. His expression flickered uncertainly before he clenched his teeth and backed down.

“Brother, no hard feelings. I was just impressed by your skills and wanted to discuss cooperation. If I’ve offended you, I apologize,” he said, swallowing his pride.

“Exactly, let’s not make this worse,” Tang Hai finally chimed in, stepping in as the mediator.

“Everyone, calm down. Survival is the priority here. This fog has trapped us all. Let’s focus on our current predicament. Any personal grudges can be settled after we make it out of here,” he added with a pacifying tone.

Lin Xian turned his gaze toward Tang Hai. “Is that really what you think?”

“Of course. I know there’s mutual distrust among us, and that’s fine. I don’t trust you either. But at the end of the day, we all have the same goal: survival,” Tang Hai replied, turning to gesture at his group behind him.

“We’ve been holed up in this bunker for months. There are dozens of us, all just trying to stay alive. Bringing you in was actually a huge risk for us. Doesn’t that show our willingness to cooperate?”

“The bunker?” Lin Xian’s eyes scanned the mountain in the distance. “Can we stay there tonight?”

“Of course!” Tang Hai nodded quickly.

“Everyone can rest in the bunker tonight. It’s much safer in there compared to outside,” he said, addressing the convoy leaders to reinforce his apparent goodwill.

At that, his nephew Feng Yuming interjected, “Uncle, there’s no way the bunker can fit so many people!”

“We’ll squeeze in,” Tang Hai sighed. “There’s still plenty of room.”

The suggestion to let everyone into the bunker did help ease some suspicions, but the convoy leaders exchanged strange looks and stayed silent.

“No need. My convoy stays with our vehicles. We’ll keep watch through the night,” Qian Yu responded first. Now that the standoff had de-escalated, he shot a cold glance at Lin Xian and Kiki before turning to leave.

The other convoy leaders quickly followed suit, voicing their refusals:

“We don’t need it either.”

“Let’s just meet up tomorrow morning.”

“Same here…”

Seeing the unanimous rejection, Tang Hai didn’t press the matter. Feng Yuming, however, sneered in disdain. “Hmph, as if sleeping in your vehicles is safer than a bunker. Idiots.”

“Yuming!” Tang Hai scolded. “Let it go. Everyone fending for themselves is fine, too.”

In truth, the convoy leaders’ reactions were completely understandable. Whether they trusted Tang Hai or not wasn’t the main issue. For these people, their vehicles carried all their worldly possessions. To them, no place was safer than their convoy. If danger arose, they could escape immediately. Under such circumstances, who would abandon their vehicles to sleep in a bunker?

Turning to Lin Xian, Tang Hai said, “I’ll have Yuming show you inside. Feel free to find a spot and rest. Tomorrow, we’ll need your help again…”

“We’re all in the same boat, no need to be so formal,” Lin Xian replied with a polite smile, though inwardly he was growing suspicious.

He had already intended to check out the bunker. While there were some treasures in the courtyard, he couldn’t exactly devour machinery in front of hundreds of people. Tang Hai’s suggestion gave him the perfect excuse to probe his intentions.

To Lin Xian’s surprise, Tang Hai actually agreed to let them in. While his outward behavior seemed reasonable, even generous, it felt strangely naive for a world as ruthless as this. Lin Xian couldn’t quite figure out what Tang Hai was plotting, so he decided to wait and see.

As he prepared to head toward the bunker, he paused when he saw Luo Shasha nearby.

Noticing his gaze, Shasha quickly waved her hand and pointed toward the pickup truck. “You two go ahead. My brother and I are used to sleeping in the truck.”

“Be careful,” Luo Ye added tersely.

Lin Xian nodded and began walking toward the bunker at the foot of the mountain, weaving through the crowd with Kiki close behind.

“Hey, bad guy. Our motorcycle’s still on that truck,” Kiki said.

“What, you want to bring it inside the bunker?” Lin Xian replied, continuing forward. As they walked, he suddenly felt someone watching them.

Turning his head, he saw Feng Yuming trailing behind.

“Hey, brother. The people inside are all our own, just ordinary folks,” Feng Yuming said.

Kiki frowned, confused by the remark. “Ordinary people… so what?” she blurted out.

Lin Xian sighed softly and replied in a calm tone, “We’re just looking for a place to rest for the night. We won’t disturb you.”

Feng Yuming’s eyes darted between the two of them before he fell silent and took the lead, guiding them forward.

As they climbed the slope, a freight platform came into view first. A railway track extended through the fog, disappearing into the valley. Behind the platform loomed a large air-raid bunker.

Above the bunker’s entrance, mounted on the mountainside, was a 1130 close-in defense cannon. Even shrouded in mist, its silhouette exuded an imposing aura. Lin Xian’s eyes gleamed in awe—he had only ever seen such weapons on television.

This wasn’t just any ordinary military outpost.

Entering through the iron gates, they found themselves in a hollowed-out mountain space designed for parking military vehicles and storing supplies.

The hangar inside the bunker was now completely empty. Lin Xian figured Tang Hai’s group had probably salvaged their jeeps from here.

Passing through the empty hangar, Feng Yuming led them down a staircase. In the underground facilities, Tang Hai’s survivors were scattered in small groups, sitting and eating in the dimly lit hall.

Most of them were ordinary folks from Beiwang County—men, women, and children huddled in corners with their families.

According to Tang Hai, their numbers had once been far greater. But as time passed, death claimed more and more of them. The oppressive atmosphere of despair weighed heavily on everyone’s hearts.

“There’s a warehouse, dormitories, a command room, and an armory. Stay wherever you like,” Feng Yuming said indifferently, introducing the bunker’s facilities to Lin Xian and Kiki before turning to leave.

“An armory?” Lin Xian frowned.

“There’s nothing left in it,” Feng Yuming replied, glancing back with a sarcastic sneer. “If there were anything valuable, we’d have taken it already. What, you think we’d leave it for you?”

With that, he scoffed and walked away dismissively.

Lin Xian raised an eyebrow as he watched Feng Yuming leave. Without another word, he headed straight for the armory at the end of the hallway, Kiki trailing behind him under the watchful eyes of the other survivors.

“Heh, I knew you’d come here,” Kiki said with a smug grin, looking around as they approached. “But wow, this place has been picked clean. What a shame~”

Suddenly, she asked, “Hey, what did that guy mean earlier when he pointed out that everyone here is just ordinary people?”

Lin Xian replied as he walked, “Isn’t it obvious? Right now, we’re the biggest threat here.”

“Haha, he’s worried we’ll rob them, huh?”

“That’s only natural. A single ability user can be the core of an entire convoy. With just the two of us, acting independently, it’s hard not to come across as dangerous.”

This bunker wasn’t your run-of-the-mill air-raid shelter. Although the base above appeared to be a small-scale military outpost, the bunker below housed a fully functional underground facility. It was equipped with a command room for information warfare, an armory, storage rooms, and dormitories.

“What a perfect hideout,” Lin Xian remarked.

Indeed, it was a natural apocalypse shelter. With adequate supplies, it could sustain at least 50 people for six months or more. However, judging by the state of the survivors here, their supplies seemed insufficient. While they had plenty of military vehicles, firearms, and ammunition, food shortages were clearly becoming an issue. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be attempting to flee before the polar night set in.

When Lin Xian opened the armory door, he was greeted by row upon row of empty shelves. Other than some gas masks, helmets, and other equipment that were essentially useless, everything else had been stripped bare by Tang Hai’s group.

The air inside was suffused with the stench of urine and feces, making Lin Xian’s head swim.

Kiki immediately covered her nose and backed out. “Let’s find another spot instead.”