My Sniper System in a Zombie Apocalypse World-Chapter 94: Evacuation

The train station loomed ahead. Elena, Natasha, and the others stumbled through the entrance, lungs burning after another desperate sprint.

"Huff... huff... finally," Burgors gasped as he dropped onto a bench. His legs gave out and he slumped forward, sweat dripping from his chin. "We’re here..." His voice sounded weak, almost like he did not believe it.

Haris suddenly grabbed his sleeve and tugged hard.

"What is it? Give me a second," Burgors muttered, still trying to breathe.

The twins noticed his frozen look and slowly turned their heads in the same direction.

A boy peeked from behind a low corner wall, staring straight at them.

"There... there’s someone," Hiromi whispered, lifting a finger.

The group stiffened at once. Natasha and Elena stepped forward, weapons raised, fingers tight on the triggers. For a brief moment, everyone thought the same thing.

An infected.

"Wait," Na-rin said quietly.

A man slowly stepped out from behind the wall, pulling the boy close to his chest. When he saw the guns pointed at them, he raised his own pistol at once, hands shaking. A woman with hollow, tired eyes peeked out beside the boy, followed by a young man holding a bloodstained machete.

"They’re people," Hae-in said softly. "Survivors."

Natasha and Elena looked closer, then slowly lowered their weapons. Natasha raised one hand, palm open, signaling they meant no harm. Elena followed, her Uzis lowering inch by inch.

The man hesitated, eyes darting across the group. After a long second, he lowered his pistol as well. He gave them a short nod, then pulled his family back behind the wall, keeping himself between them and the group.

They retreated slowly, like frightened animals, never turning their backs until they were out of sight.

"Did we just see a family of survivors? I’m not dreaming, right?" Hae-in whispered, her voice a mix of disbelief and awe.

"It’s not just us who made it here," Elaine said, her tone quietly excited. "There are other survivors... in the city."

"Let’s keep moving," Natasha said, her eyes scanning the station. "If we stay here too long, we’ll get spotted by the infected." She led the group deeper into the station, keeping them close to the walls.

They saw the floor smeared with black blood, and bodies of the infected were scattered like broken dolls. Someone had clearly fought here recently.

"There’s someone over there," Jannah whispered, pointing toward a dark corner. The group turned to see two young men crouched in the waiting room. They wore worn baseball uniforms and gripped bats streaked with blood. Their eyes locked on the group for a long moment, cautious and silent, before they returned to scanning their surroundings.

They weren’t the only ones. From above, near the upper walkway, a rough-looking man leaned over the railing, an axe resting heavily on his shoulder.

When he spotted them, he whispered something to the people beside him. One by one, more men appeared, their faces hardened, bodies tensed. Crowbars, pipes, and other blunt weapons hung from their hands. Their eyes lingered on the group of women, then flicked to the guns in their hands.

Elena noticed the stares but kept her focus forward. "Let’s find a spot to wait," she whispered, leading the group to a safer corner, ignoring the other group’s intense gaze.

Each groups settled into positions of their own choosing. Silence hung in the air, each side keeping to themselves as they waited for the train to arrive.

Soon, Natasha spotted a small receptionist room, tucked away from the main station. The group quickly slipped inside, closing the door behind them.

Hae-in exhaled quietly. "I didn’t expect to see anyone else alive besides us. I thought we were the only ones left."

"You’re right," Claire said, her voice low. "There are other groups hiding around... should we try to talk to them?"

Bong-gu leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. "And say what? We should just stay put until the train comes. I just hope no more infected shows up."

Cindy frowned, biting her lip. "I’m worried about Jaxon. Where could he be?" Her voice trembled slightly. "Natasha, how much time until the train arrives?"

Before Natasha could answer, a sudden chorus of vibrations erupted. Every phone in the room blared the same emergency alert:

(Train evacuation starting. Everyone still alive, proceed to the train station. Rescue team ETA: 12:00 noon.)

At the same time, the rails trembled under the approaching train, as a deep rumble echoed through the station.

"It’s here!" Burgors exclaimed, a mix of excitement and relief in his voice.

"Shh! Keep your voice down," Elena hissed, her fingers tightening around her Uzis.

The rumble and metallic clatter from the rails carried far, stirring the infected nearby. Low, guttural howls echoed through the station, growing louder as the creatures stirred.

"They’re coming too," Natasha said, her voice steady but tense. "Prepare yourselves. We hold our position until the train arrives. This... shouldn’t take long."

Shouts and screams erupted from the station. The infected had arrived faster than anyone expected, tearing through the groups hiding nearby. Grunts, growls, and the echoes of violent struggles filled the station.

Suddenly, the window of the receptionist room shattered inward, glass raining down around them. A snarling infected lunged through the opening, its clawed hand snatching at Jannah, who had been standing closest.

"Ahhh!" Jannah screamed, stumbling backward as the creature’s hand caught the hem of her clothes.

"Jannah!" Hiromi yelled, grabbing her sister and pulling her back. Isabel, standing nearby, reacted instantly, firing her M16 at the creature.

But it didn’t stop there. More infected slammed against the windows, dozens of them at once, bodies pounding glass and metal as they tried to break in.

"Get into formation!" Elena shouted. The group quickly formed a tight circle, backs to each other, guns raised, firing at every side.

"Damn it, damn it!" Bong-gu cursed, firing as fast as he could, sweat streaming down his face.

"Ahhh!" Claire screamed as one infected managed to break through the shattered glass, lunging at her. Na-rin’s pistol barked, and the creature collapsed, its head smoking from the shot.

"What do we do now? There are too many of them!" Burgors yelled, panic rising in his voice.

"Just hold on a little longer," Natasha said firmly, her eyes scanning for gaps in the swarm.

The infected kept swarming. More bodies crashed into the walls and windows, pushing and clawing, their guttural growls filling the room.

.....

Suddenly, a new sound cut through the chaos, the sickening crash of bodies hitting metal, and the sharp crunch of bone under heavy impact.

The train had arrived.

With a hiss of brakes, the train doors screeched open, revealing a line of heavily armed soldiers.

"Team Alpha, to your positions!" a sharp voice barked. Gunfire erupted, each bullet finding its mark in the heads of the infected that dared approach.

"Team Beta, high ground, now!" another voice commanded.

Five soldiers broke from the line, sprinting toward the stairs. Rifles raised, they climbed quickly and took positions on the upper walkway, kneeling to fire down on the horde below.

The station became a symphony of gunfire Dozens of soldiers, clad in full combat gear, moved as one, covering each other flawlessly.

"Contact front!"

"Clear left!"

The soldiers advanced steadily, stepping over bodies without hesitation. One fired while the other reloaded, rotating seamlessly, never leaving themselves exposed.

"Delta, secure the survivors! Echo, maintain pressure!"

A new squad peeled away, sweeping through corners and hiding spots. One soldier raised a fist. The unit froze instantly. He scanned the area, leaned out, fired two quick shots, then waved the civilians forward.

The survivors, still trembling from the onslaught, hesitated for a moment, then slowly began moving toward safety, guided by the soldiers.

....

Meanwhile, inside the reception area, Natasha and the others were still fighting against the relentless horde.

"I hear gunfire... the train must be here," Natasha shouted over the noise.

"But the sound seems far from us," Na-rin spoke. "We have to get to them."

"Then we run," Elena said sharply, making the decision without hesitation. "I’ll clear a path. Natasha, Na-rin, cover me."

Natasha nodded, kicking the door open as Elena charged first. She fired in short, controlled bursts while moving, carving a narrow path through the infected.

Natasha and Na-rin moved close behind, sweeping their sides with careful shots, keeping the path clear.

"Go! Move!" Elena shouted, and the others sprinted after her, keeping formation as they pushed toward the sound of soldiers’ gunfire.

They caught glimpses of the rough survivors they had seen earlier, the men with blunt weapons. But the horde overwhelmed them, one by one, their shouts were swallowed by guttural growls and the snapping of limbs.

"Survivors spotted!" a soldier called from the platform, pointing down the line.

The unit reacted instantly.

"Shift fire! Protect the survivors!" their leader barked.

Half the firing line pivoted in perfect unison, rifles snapping toward the approaching infected. Each headshot dropped an attacker before it could reach the group.

"Front team, push out!"

Three soldiers broke from the line. One dropped low, kneeling behind a fallen kiosk, firing carefully. Another slid beside him, moving and shooting in fluid motion. The third remained standing, scanning the flanks, ready to intercept any threat.

"Frag out!"

A grenade rolled across the floor. The blast tore through the front of the horde, sending bodies flying and buying precious seconds.

"Go! Go! Go!" a soldier barked, waving the survivors forward.

Natasha took the lead, gripping the twins’ hands and pulling them along. Elena stayed just behind them, firing over their shoulders, bullets cracking through the chaos. Soldiers leaned out of cover, timing their shots perfectly to keep the path open.

"Left clear!" a soldier shouted.

"Right side, two targets down!"

Burgors stumbled, and a soldier grabbed his arm, yanking him forward. "Move your legs!"

The platform finally came into view.

"Almost there!" another soldier yelled.

Near the train doors, a squad formed a human barricade, rifles locked and firing in rhythm.

"Last stretch!"

A soldier stepped directly in front of Elaine, taking the brunt of a lunge from a crawling infected. He fired point-blank, its head exploding in a spray of black blood.

"Inside! Inside!" a voice shouted from the train doorway.

One by one, the survivors stumbled onto the train, collapsing against walls, gasping, sweat and grime streaked across their faces.