Death Train: SSS-level talent right from the start!

Wang Shuo squatted down beside him and saw Chen Ye learn the skill. He sighed but didn't say anything more.

Li Zheng patted Chen Ye on the shoulder, the force neither too light nor too heavy: "From now on, you'll have to get involved in the fights too, instead of always hiding in the back and talking."

Chen Ye's lips curled up slightly: "I'll try my best."

Zhao Hai leaned against the shelf pillar, closed his eyes, and his breathing gradually became even.

The wound on his right shoulder was still bleeding, but the bleeding had slowed down considerably, and the blood had congealed into a dark red crust on his work jacket.

Qin Zhaoyang, clutching the Gale Crossbow, huddled in a corner studying it. He would raise it to aim, then lower it to examine it closely, muttering to himself as if he were muttering something to himself.

Chen Ye leaned against the wall, watching all of this.

His gaze shifted from Zhao Hai to Wang Shuo, then to Li Zheng, then to Qin Zhaoyang, and finally settled on Zhou Yating.

This team is not bad; at least they are all trustworthy and did not fall apart over the distribution of spoils.

Just then, a roar came from outside, closer than before, like a monster passing by on the street outside the supermarket.

Chen Ye gestured for him to speak softly.

Everyone in the supermarket fell silent.

Zhao Hai also opened his eyes.

The roaring sound passed by outside the supermarket, growing farther and farther away, and fainter and fainter.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Hai closed his eyes again; he needed to rest.

Chen Ye leaned against the wall and checked the time. There were still nearly eight hours left until the end of the survival trial, and he still had 0 points.

But it doesn't matter anymore; getting the skill is the biggest gain.

Moreover, Zhao Hai, the strongest fighter in their team, had already exhausted his strength in the previous battle, and was not in a good condition for fighting now.

Everyone else was exhausted. Since getting off the bus, apart from Qin Zhaoyang who slept for a few hours in the underground shelter, the others had barely closed their eyes.

As long as those monsters don't come after him, he'll just stay here until the trial ends and get the basic survival points. Surviving is the most important thing in this post-apocalyptic survival game; after all, he's not some overpowered genius.

……

The next day.

Six o'clock in the morning.

The pale sunlight streamed in through the broken glass windows of the supermarket.

Chen Ye opened his eyes and the first thing he did was to bring up the system trial panel.

[This survival trial has ended!]

Name: Chen Ye

Survival Rating: D

[Kill Points: 0]

Survival Points: 100

The Death Train will depart in 2 hours. Please return to the train promptly to claim your reward!

Countdown: 1:59:59

Chen Ye stared at the panel for two seconds, then turned it off and stood up.

The body, curled up against the wall all night, made cracking and popping sounds from its joints, like a rusty machine starting up again.

His right shoulder was so stiff from leaning against the cold wall for so long that he could barely lift his arm. He moved around a few times before it came back to normal.

The other people in the supermarket also opened their eyes one after another.

"My survival rating is C, with 100 kills and 100 survival points. What about you guys?"

Qin Zhaoyang was the first to jump up. He looked quite energetic. While others were resting with their eyes closed, he was truly asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

Wang Shuo got up from the ground, then opened the panel and glanced at it: "Rank D, only 100 survival points."

"I'm also a D-level."

Li Zheng tucked the butcher knife that was lying across his lap back into his waistband, stood up, and stretched his stiff neck.

Zhou Yating stood up from the corner and dusted off her clothes: "I'm also a D-level."

Zhao Hai leaned against the shelf pillar, looking at his system panel: "Survival points 100, kill points 50, rating is D+".

Wang Shuo turned to Zhao Hai and said, "Brother Hai, you even killed a monster later? You actually got 50 points."

"We killed a few when we ran away from the central square. Let's go, the station isn't far from here, let's go back early to avoid any more accidents."

Zhao Hai straightened up and moved his right shoulder. The wound on his right shoulder had scabbed over, but he still frowned when the movement aggravated the wound.

Chen Ye turned off the control panel, bent down to pick up the cleaver from the ground, and tucked it into his waistband.

The six people walked out of the supermarket.

Outside, the fog was still grayish-white, but not as thick as at night, and visibility had recovered to about 100 meters.

The streets were quiet, without any shouting.

The monster roars that echoed throughout the night had now completely disappeared.

The city was as quiet as a tomb, with only the whistling of the wind blowing through the ruins and the sound of six people's footsteps on the rubble.

"Those monsters were so rampant at night, but they all disappeared during the day?"

Qin Zhaoyang carried the Gale Crossbow and looked around as he walked.

"These monsters don't have such a strong aggression during the day. As long as we don't make a big commotion, they won't swarm us."

Chen Ye walked in the middle of the group, his gaze sweeping over the dark windows on both sides of the street: "The monster that appeared on the platform earlier must have been attracted by the large number of people and the noise it made."

Zhao Hai walked at the front, his pace much slower than yesterday, the injury on his right shoulder causing his body to lean slightly to the right.

It took almost forty minutes to walk from the supermarket to the station.

It's not that the distance is far, it's that everyone is walking very slowly.

The 24-hour survival trial lasted from 6 a.m. yesterday to 6 a.m. this morning. Except for Qin Zhaoyang, who was able to actually fall asleep, almost everyone else didn't get any sleep.

My body had reached its limit; every step felt like wading through mud.

When the outline of the station came into view, Qin Zhaoyang practically ran towards it.

But when he reached the platform entrance, he suddenly stopped.

"Holy crap..."

Chen Ye walked up from behind and saw the scene on the platform.

Large patches of dried blood spread from inside the platform to the entrance, the bloodstains having oxidized to a dark brown, standing out starkly against the gray ground.

Pajama fabric was scattered on the ground, along with several larger, darker pools of blood, each with drag marks pointing towards the gray fog outside the platform.

Someone died here.

It's not just one or two people, it's many people.

Zhao Hai walked to Chen Ye's side, looked down at the bloodstains and drag marks on the ground, remained silent for about three seconds, and then said, "They are the people we abandoned."

Chen Ye glanced at him but didn't say anything.

When they left yesterday afternoon, there were still more than twenty people and three teachers on the platform. Most of them had no fighting talent, but they all had loud voices, so it was not surprising that they attracted monsters.

After 24 hours of survival trials, he figured out some patterns. In this zombie city, as long as you stay quiet, don't make a sound, and find a place to hide, you should be able to survive unless you're too unlucky.

After all, the difficulty of the Corpse Capital Trial is only one star, which is equivalent to a beginner dungeon.

"There are people over there."

Zhou Yating's voice came from the side, pointing to a relatively clean corner on the east side of the platform.