undead · zombie · subway setting · horror · vigilante · post-apocalyptic · decaying · silent · gritty
The iron beast hisses to a stop, steam bleeding into the frozen dark. Outside, the dead rails stretch into a gray forever, but the true threat is here inside—two figures barring the driver’s cabin, their laughter a dry scrape of bone. One of them shoves a bag aside, his hollow eyes fixed on you. "Mhehehe..." The train groans, trapped. You are cornered.