Apocalypse: I Built the Infinite Train-Chapter 191: Serving

The rain poured relentlessly.

In the cold, desolate darkness, Rain Town stood eerily silent. In the distant valley, a train sped away, its flickering lights uncertain—an omen of either fortune or disaster.

Throughout the town—on street corners, in shadowed alleys, and standing by windows—countless unmoving impostors lurked. They bore no expressions, resembling mannequins in storefronts, continuously sniffing the night air.

Inside the town’s cinema, the screening hall was packed with twisted, grotesque flesh-and-bone beings, silently rotting away in the dark.

Atop the town’s clock tower, Ding Qing watched the departing train, his expression sharp and cold.

“Ding-ge, they got away.”

Beside him, a young man with binoculars, Luo Rong, scowled. “I told you we should’ve taken that train when their core members left for the chemical plant. Now, we’ve lost our chance.”

Before Ding Qing could respond, Duan Min cut in coldly, “One’s an electrokinetic, the other’s telekinetic—both are deadly opponents. Even the parasitic mimic-demons in the chemical plant couldn’t stop them, and you think we could raid their base?”

“Then what do we do?” Luo Rong gritted his teeth. “That damn thing is getting more agitated. If we don’t find it some blood soon, those impostors will start coming after us.”

Duan Min’s face darkened. “Blood! Blood! We’re becoming no different from those parasites because of this!”

Luo Rong scoffed, clearly displeased. “Duan-jie, those people brought this on themselves. We warned them about the danger, but they still insisted on going. It’s got nothing to do with us.”

“Enough.”

Ding Qing’s patience wore thin, and his voice carried a weight that silenced them both. “Once you come here, there’s no escaping. Even if they got away, the darkness will devour them. This is humanity’s fate.” His gaze turned steely. “Rongzi, take a group at dawn and follow the tracks. We should be able to recover plenty of bodies.”

With that, he turned and descended the tower.

Beneath the cinema, past the winding stairwell, lay an underground parking facility—formerly a civilian shelter. Now, it was completely sealed off. Dim electric lights flickered over clusters of survivors. Some were asleep, others whispered in hushed tones, while a few families huddled around portable stoves, cooking meager meals. Despite its small size, the parking lot housed over a hundred people.

“Ding-ge, have you eaten? I made some soup.” A woman stirring a pot greeted them warmly.

Ding Qing shook his head. “No need, Wang-jie.”

“Is it safe outside today?” someone in the crowd asked.

“The chemical plant caused another disturbance—should we be worried?”

“I heard it’s about to explode.”

The survivors grew restless, voices overlapping.

Ding Qing waved a hand dismissively. “For now, it’s not a problem. Even if it explodes, it won’t affect us. Relax.”

A frail elderly woman stepped forward, blocking his path, her face anxious. “Ding-duizhang, isn’t it true that a whole train of people arrived? Are they all dead? My grandson said if they’re dead, we’ll be safe for a month—and we’ll have plenty to eat.”

Silence fell over the crowd. Dozens of eyes turned toward Ding Qing, some hopeful, some wary, others unreadable.

“They’re as good as dead.” Luo Rong sneered. “Don’t worry, Granny Zhou. Tomorrow, I’ll take the convoy and bring back supplies. If anyone’s still alive, I’ll put a bullet in them myself.”

A few survivors murmured in agreement, while others hesitated.

“But… if they had a train, doesn’t that mean they could take a lot of people with them?” someone asked cautiously. The meaning behind the words was clear.

Luo Rong snorted. “Come on, Zhang-ge, do you really think they’d take you along? If they could survive the darkness, why would they come here? If I hadn’t led them into town last night, they’d already be dead.”

Disappointment flickered through the crowd.

For most of them, survival meant waiting for new victims to arrive—fresh blood sacrifices for the parasitic monstrosity that lurked in the town. In return, they gained a fragile peace, a hundred days of safety from the horrors of the night.

At first, Ding Qing had turned a blind eye to it. But as time passed, Luo Rui and his faction began actively luring desperate survivors into Rain Town, leading to an increasing number of deaths. Eventually, even powerful ability-user convoys started showing up.

Like the duo from earlier today.

Luo Rong had already set up an ambush around the cinema, but Ding Qing sensed something was off about them. Fearing exposure and retaliation, he had personally intervened, using parasitic creatures to push the two ability users toward the monstrous parasite’s maw.

Yet, somehow, Lin Xian and his partner had still managed to escape.

That alone proved his instincts were right—if Luo Rui had taken action himself, their side would have suffered severe losses.

But Luo Rong didn’t see it that way.

Blinded by his own desperation, he had come to view the eerie entities and parasitic monstrosity as tools, believing that as long as they served the creature well, Rain Town would remain a safe haven—even when the Eternal Night arrived.

Except for the impostors, of course.

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Ding Qing’s voice was icy. “Enough talking. Get on watch duty. You’re up tonight.”

Luo Rui clicked his tongue in annoyance but nodded. “Fine~”

Ding Qing swept his gaze across the crowd. “We’ve made enough noise today. Everyone, keep quiet.”

The survivors murmured their agreement. Most of them had no combat ability, relying entirely on Ding Qing’s convoy to maintain this fragile shelter.

Back in their private quarters, Duan Min pulled Ding Qing aside, concern in her eyes. “Husband, if they manage to bring that train back… maybe we should leave?”

“Leave?” Ding Qing gave a bitter chuckle. “And go where?”

His shoulders sagged slightly as he exhaled.

“We’ve already made a pact with the darkness. Do you think we still have the courage to face it?”

On the railway tracks, the Infinite Train tore through the valley at full speed.

More and more eerie creatures emerged from the darkness, and the train’s combat crew fired relentlessly, carving a bloody path through the horde.

In the Living Quarters, Shu Qin shoved a teammate aside just as a clawed appendage reached through a firing slit. In one swift motion, she grabbed her Remington M96, jammed it into the opening, and pulled the trigger.

Boom!

The blast incinerated the writhing limb instantly.

“Stay sharp!” she barked.

The male teammate scrambled back to his feet, sweating profusely. “Thanks, Qin-jie!” Without another word, he readied his weapon and rejoined the battle.

Shu Qin’s expression remained grim as she fought off the relentless assault.

Since leaving Rain Town, the Infinite Train had faced an even deadlier onslaught. The impostors were nothing compared to what was attacking them now.

Ever since crossing the Dazhu Plateau, the darkness hadn’t given them a single moment of respite.

It was madness.