You can imagine my face contorting in an instant, but with the force of the boy in front of me gripping my hand and the ever-approaching threat from behind, I had no time to hesitate and could only move faster.
"What the hell is this?! This is insane!"
"Please don't kill me... Ah!"
I heard the angry roar of the uncle who had argued with us earlier. He raised his fist again, trying to swing it at the approaching man in black. Of course, there were also several trembling, crying figures nearby, begging for mercy. But these sounds quickly turned into screams and disappeared.
The crazy bastard has already leaped over our original position and is closing in on the front of the car.
By the time we reached the open door, most of the people who had fled earlier were gone. The few remaining people lay sprawled on the ground, piled up in a small mound, their trembling backs and twisted limbs indicating that they were not in good condition.
"They are the ones who were trampled, and we can't control them anymore."
The boy pulled me forward, and as we passed the gate, he casually grabbed a crowbar hidden to the side. He then climbed over the small hill first: "We can barely protect ourselves right now, and monsters will appear soon. If we take these guys who can't even walk with us, it will be even harder to escape."
I rationally agree with his words, but I still find them hard to accept.
Of course, even further away, on the straight railway tracks that stretch into the distance, you can see many figures like these, trampled and lying on the ground, panting slightly.
The sight of fellow human beings killing each other weighed heavily on my heart, but with an even greater threat looming ahead, preserving my own life was the more important matter.
There were no more cries of agony behind them.
As I climbed over the blocked gate, I instinctively turned my head to look back again. The blood-red blade was already close at hand, causing me to instinctively crouch down and pull the boy in front of me into my arms, and then lunge forward in the direction he was moving.
A cold wind swept past the back of my head, and the ground, covered with gravel and railway tracks, gave my back a real pain, but thankfully I managed to avoid danger.
Seemingly surprised that his attack had been dodged, a hint of astonishment flashed across the man's eyes. But this quickly dissipated, replaced by a chilling yet intense rage, as he planted his sword at his feet.
"madman……"
I murmured unconsciously, watching the splattered blood stain half of his face.
Behind him, the once clean carriage was now mostly stained with severed limbs and blood.
It was as if death itself had descended. The shadow cast by the crooked eaves mostly obscured his figure, and the wind that swept through the carriage made his hair and the hem of his coat barely flutter, creating a brutal scene that would make any ordinary person feel fear and dread.
"It's over...this madman caught up with me, I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."
Even the boy who had been so confident the whole way had become even paler, his fair complexion trembling as he clawed at the ground. He couldn't get up for a long time and could only move backward in small steps.
"It's not time to give up yet."
I tried to comfort him in a low voice, but it had almost no effect.
Instead, the madman on the other side stood in the shadows and spoke in a cold tone: "Why are you still alive?"
Why can't we live?
I instinctively retorted, staring intently at his helplessly hanging hands, reaching for the crowbar that had rolled to the side, and slowly standing up: "On the contrary, it's you, you madman, why did you kill so many innocent people?"
"...Are you crazy?!"
I could hear a soft gasp behind me. The boy nervously tugged at my sleeve, offering his advice with a mixture of anxiety and earnestness: "Don't provoke that lunatic! Let's move a little further before he makes a move!"
“We can’t escape this way.” I didn’t turn around, raised the crowbar, and remained standing in the same spot. “Without a doubt, the moment we turn around, his knife will immediately cleave our bodies in two.”
Conversely, in this situation, choosing to resist a little longer and try to wait for a turn of events is a better way to survive.
Rather than placing my hopes for life on the mercy of a madman, I prefer to fight for it with my own hands, even if I can't use it now... no, wait, it seems I can use it now?
The sudden surprise made me smile, but I quickly wiped it away. The man in black remained unmoved: "Compared to a meaningless and inevitably disappointing struggle to survive, dying early without knowing anything is a relief for everyone in this world."
Just like his words, his eyes were filled with deep negativity.
As if standing in a real hell, his figure gradually overlapped with the scene I had seen before. Combined with the accumulation of information the boy had given me, after everything was over, the only remaining protagonist of the game stood alone in Tartarus, which was filled only with blood. After all the familiar things had perished, only a deathly silence remained in his heart.
It's definitely a damn game design.
But what does that have to do with me? I care more about how to break through the current situation than that.
For example, by taking advantage of the upcoming rat swarm.
I made some revisions and added/modified some details, and now it's 4.9k... (staring into the distance)
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