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Wang Zhi roughly counted his remaining ammunition—he still had 1,000 rounds left. Fortunately, he had bought 500 survival points’ worth of ammunition before setting out. He never expected that after just stepping into the city, he would have already burned through ten magazines’ worth of bullets.
Next, their destination was the first level of the subway tunnel. Wang Zhi’s plan was to follow the tracks all the way to the next station.
“Is everyone okay?” Wang Zhi asked in a low voice.
“No problem…”
Seeing the others shake their heads in response, Wang Zhi let them rest for a moment before getting up and continuing deeper into the tunnel.
Upon reaching the elevator shaft, they found that the elevators had long since stopped working. Wang Zhi walked down the escalator and saw that the train was not stationed there. Apart from some bloodstains on the ground, only a few zombies were wandering sluggishly on the platform.
“What’s going on here?” Fatty asked, looking at the empty platform.
Wang Zhi remained cautious, scanning his surroundings.
“They must have all gone that way,” he said, pointing toward a shattered glass door in the distance.
“They all went onto the tracks?” Fatty asked, puzzled.
“Hmm… That glass door doesn’t look like it was broken by zombies,” Lao He observed.
“Someone must have broken it while trying to escape, and then the zombies followed them out,” Zhang Ming analyzed.
“That’s the only possibility. Otherwise, there’s no way a subway platform would only have a few zombies left,” Wang Zhi concluded.
After finishing his sentence, he stepped forward and swiftly dispatched the few zombies with his dagger.
Wang Zhi walked to the broken glass door and peered out. The tracks stretched endlessly into the darkness. He waved his hand, signaling for the group to jump down onto the tracks.
The six of them continued walking westward toward Z Hospital. Occasionally, a few zombies would appear on the tracks, but as long as they weren’t in large hordes, Wang Zhi and the others could easily handle them.
“Look ahead!” Lao He suddenly pointed forward.
Wang Zhi looked carefully and saw it too—it was a train!
“Damn! Why did this damn train have to stop here?!” Fatty cursed.
The train completely blocked the tracks, preventing them from passing on either side or above it.
“What the…?” Wang Zhi was slightly surprised. He hadn’t expected the train to be stopped in the middle of the tracks.
“So what? We just get inside and go through,” Su Muying said as she plunged her Burning Sky dagger into the back of the train.
“Wait! You’re not afraid there might be zombies inside?” Fatty reminded her.
“Tch, even if there are, we still have to go in. What, are we supposed to just turn back?”
Su Muying exerted force with her hands, and her dagger sliced a long gash into the train’s metal exterior.
“Tsk tsk, having a good weapon really lets you do whatever you want,” Wang Zhi muttered as he watched Su Muying violently break open the door.
Once Su Muying had carved open a small opening, the scene inside gave everyone a shock.
“Holy shit!”
Fatty yelled as he saw the train was packed full of zombies.
“This…!”
The six of them stared at the zombie-filled train, momentarily at a loss for what to do.
“How many grenades do we have left?”
After Wang Zhi’s question, they quickly took stock—altogether, they had only four high-explosive grenades remaining.
“That should be enough.”
Wang Zhi took all four grenades, then stepped forward and started banging forcefully on the train’s rear metal wall.
Inside, the zombies immediately crowded toward the sound. The opening they had made was now filled with reaching zombie hands, frantically grasping outside.
After a while, when Wang Zhi felt it was time, he signaled everyone to back away, then tossed a high-explosive grenade through the gap.
Boom!
Flames shot out through the opening, and the explosion instantly wiped out at least twenty zombies.
Wang Zhi looked at the bulging metal wall of the train. He estimated that one more explosion would be enough to fully open up the rear.
This time, he didn’t even need to knock on the train. The zombies inside had already gathered again, pressing against the rear.
“Get ready for battle!” Wang Zhi commanded before tossing the second grenade through the gap and quickly retreating twenty meters to where the others were waiting.
Boom!
This explosion was even stronger. As expected, the rear of the train was completely blown open, creating a large breach. Zombies immediately started pouring out of the train one by one.
Despite their numbers, the exit was small, forcing them to emerge in a single file. Taking advantage of this, Wang Zhi only had Lao He shoot at them for now. Lao He’s sniper rifle had an absurdly high accuracy—every shot was a headshot. Only when he had to reload did Wang Zhi step in to take a few shots himself.
After a while, Fatty, watching from the side, grew impatient. Since they finally had a perfect chance to practice shooting, they decided to take turns firing at the zombies.
They lost track of time as they fired away. Eventually, the tracks were covered in zombie corpses, and no more emerged from the train. The group still wasn’t satisfied—it had been a rare opportunity to practice with live targets.