It's raining outside, and the rain is quite heavy.

As for the bloody smell, it must be monsters approaching the train and then getting slayed. He wasn't worried; these days spent on the Constant Star Train, he had already witnessed its might.

If even the Constant Star Train can't withstand, then he has nothing to worry about; it means the heavens want him dead.

Even if Master Mang has to die, it's only normal for him to die.

Silently tiptoeing back to his place, the weather turned a bit cold, but fortunately, Master Mang turned on the air conditioning, making the carriage quite warm. Due to exhaustion, he soon fell back into a deep sleep.

The sound of the torrential rain faintly echoed near his ears.

The earthy smell of the rain partially seeped into the train.

For some reason, he slept even sounder.

For a moment, he forgot he was in Doomsday, but felt he was back in his apartment before the apocalypse, with pouring rain outside, a holiday tomorrow with no work, being able to sleep in naturally, waking up to order a luxurious $40 takeout to reward himself, and spending a day playing on his phone.

Half-conscious, he dreamed a lot.

He dreamt that all monsters were killed, Doomsday finally ended, and the Constant Star Train broke through the planet, starting interstellar travel, and he, as a three-digit numbered resident of the train, became one of the veterans on the Constant Star Train, enjoying excellent treatment.

He also dreamed of marrying a gentle and virtuous woman, having a child together, and opening history books to tell the child all encountered after the arrival of Doomsday.

He dreamed a lot.

Perhaps because all were good dreams, the man fallen into a deep sleep had a slight smile creeping at the edge of his lips.

...

In Guard Carriage No. 7.

Most guards were asleep, only Team 2 members sat near the window, watching outside the captain fighting zombies. They should have been patrolling outside the train tonight but due to special circumstances, they had to return inside.

Besides Team 2 members, someone else wasn't sleeping.

Old Pig wrapped in a blanket pushed open the compartment door and walked out, looking at Biaozi who was dazing at the window, lit a cigarette and sat beside him, casually saying: "Still not sleeping?"

The train's fresh air system was good; the smoke would be directly expelled outside without lingering inside the carriage.

"Mm."

Biaozi looked complexly at the mecha spinning and leaping in the rainy night, paused for a while then softly said: "I also want to own a mecha."

"Is it something you can have just by wanting it?"

Old Pig sighed lightly, then patted Biaozi's shoulder.

"As long as your Physical Comprehensive Quality meets the standard, how could Master Mang not prepare one for you? He gives it but you can't use it. Sleep soon, tomorrow morning your Team 1 is responsible for patrol and alert."

"Mm."

Biaozi nodded, turned to Old Pig ready to say something, suddenly noticed the thick hair on Old Pig's head, subconsciously asked: "Where did you find the wig?"

"What wig." Old Pig rolled his eyes irritably: "I went to the Medical Cabin with a Fixed Star Coupon, and the hair grew back. From now on, you won't have a chance to see me bald."

"Did Mountain Cat's girlfriend go there too?"

"Mm, that one, but I didn't treat full-body, too expensive, just treated the hair, otherwise there's nothing wrong, just some usual wear of body organs."

"Usual wear of body organs sounds very robotic."

"Indeed a bit, the Medical Cabin is set that way, each organ's intactness level is that much, no disease names, sounds a bit robotic."

Biaozi withdrew his gaze from Old Pig, said nothing, just turned to look outside: "Why aren't you sleeping?"

"Hard to sleep."

Old Pig tightened the blanket on his body, sat at the window along Biaozi's gaze watching the zombies nearly infinitely pouring toward the train under the stormy night, paused for a while and then softly spoke in a complex tone.

"Feels everything is too unreal, worried that I'll wake up and it's just a dream."

"You, me, and Yan Yao are different, we've been hiding and fleeing all the way since Doomsday began, my name Old Pig has flickered countless times in King Yama's Book of Life and Death."

"You mentioned, those surviving Doomsday aren't good people."

"I think another point should be added, those surviving in Doomsday have extremely strong psychological quality, weaker ones would've committed suicide long ago."

"Got used to fleeing."

"Got used to not knowing when you'll die."

"Suddenly arriving at the Constant Star Train feels really unfamiliar, like a dream. Last time with Master Mang on Master Kun's train facing Corpse Tide, I, along with Master Mang, were prepared to die; the corpse stink drilled straight into my mind, I even imagined how zombies would tear my body apart."

"I was bald then, easier for hair falling."

"If zombies had this concern before eating humans."

"It's been merely a few months."

Old Pig looked complexly outside at those zombies continuously rushing toward the carriage blade and being sliced into minced meat in the rainy night, after a silence he extinguished the cigarette in the nearby cola can.

"Now we can sit here, like chatting at home, quietly watch those zombies outside."

"I didn't believe in fatalism before."

"Fatalism is when a particularly harmful disaster occurs, there's always a protagonist assuming the task to save the world, but after meeting Master Mang, I suddenly began believing in fatalism."

"Do you think... you'll see a day when the Constant Star perishes?"

"..."

Biaozi also fell into silence for a moment then shook his head: "No, if there's a day when the Constant Star truly perishes, then I'll certainly die in front of the Constant Star."

"Is that so?"

Old Pig suddenly laughed: "You seemed to have an obsession with the Constant Star."

"Mm." Biaozi nodded, met Old Pig's eyes and helplessly shook his head saying: "Don't know why, frankly speaking, the reason I have been looking for opportunities to make contributions, one is a strong desire to gain Master Mang's recognition, not for rewards, just want him to praise me a word."

"Praise that I, as the Guard Team 1's captain, am rightly capable, able to shoulder a heavy responsibility."

"Another is to maintain my position, after all, I'm considered a veteran. If I fall behind newcomers on the Constant Star, it feels a bit disgraceful; it's human nature, you can understand."

"The last is."

"I genuinely hope the Constant Star gets better, I have no family left, the Constant Star is my only emotional solace in Doomsday, if the Constant Star is gone, then even if I survive, I'd wander aimlessly like a zombie, clueless on what to do, like a headless fly."

"For the Constant Star, I'd give up everything, like protecting family."

Old Pig again looked outside at those zombies like tidal waves: "Master Mang rarely praises people."

"Praised Li Shiji once."

"That lad is formidable, as if unlocked a Genetic Lock."

Biaozi said nothing more, just gazed outside falling into silence.

"Go sleep."

Old Pig sighed lightly, got up and patted Biaozi's back: "There are things to handle tomorrow, sleep early, don't set flags, I genuinely fear you'd die one day."

"Don't take risks anymore."

"In the Constant Star you're my only proper friend to converse with, if you died, there'd be no one to talk to."

"Feels lonely."

Biaozi didn't respond, just waved to indicate understanding.

The zombies outside gradually decreased, even those like tidal waves couldn't withstand such death pace.

Just like.

No matter how bleak the night, eventually his dawn will arrive.

And before that, just survive, strive to live until witnessing that dawn.

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