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Behind them, the dead walked. Ahead, the rails curved into darkness.

They approached with their hands visible, their weapons lowered. The man with the beard saw them first. He raised a hunting rifle, then lowered it when he saw Leo’s hollow cheeks and Elena’s raw, chapped hands. zombie retreats

The locomotive whistled—long, low, and defiant—cutting through the drizzle. Behind them, the dead walked

“How many?” she asked.

The idea was absurd. And yet, the world had not ended all at once. There were pockets—farms with solar panels, towns with walls, maybe even a railway line kept clear by a madman with too much time and too much diesel. The man with the beard saw them first

Day three brought the river. Or rather, the corpse of a river. A bloated, slow-moving thing choked with overturned cars and the pale, waterlogged bodies of the turned. The bridge had collapsed. A rusted sign read Detroit – 40 miles .

That night, they heard the whistle.