Breaking Through

The screeching sound of the train wheels against the track echoed through the cabin as it disengaged the brake. Anxiety spread among the passengers. 

"Why did we stop?" one of them asked.

Lucas stood up, his face calm despite the tension.

He moved to the front to speak. Though he might have seemed cowardly before, now, with the confrontation near, he stepped forward with the authority of a true leader. 

"A few kilometers from here is the hordes of corrupted camping outside Brentwood . We have to break through them, and this will be dangerous. So, I want you all to wear this power armor." 

He gestured to the suits stacked nearby. The suits were bulky, with a metallic sheen, and had built-in oxygen tanks. 

"These suits come with a back oxygen tank, just in case," he continued. "They'll protect you from the miasma and give you a fighting chance if things get rough." He added.