136 The Carnage

"I was fooled! We're like chickens lining up for the slaughter without knowing what's about to happen next?"

Hank was the quickest to recover from the shock. Without hesitation, he swiftly retrieved his assault rifle.

With a resolute nod, Hank took aim and opened fire on the survivors. The deafening roar of gunfire shattered the eerie silence of the train, mingling with the panicked screams and cries of pain that echoed throughout the carriage.

The air was thick with the acrid scent of gunpowder, intermingled with the metallic tang of blood. Each shot reverberated through the confined space, sending shockwaves of terror rippling through the survivors as they frantically sought shelter from the onslaught.