The year was 1899, a few months away from entering the early 90’s. There was a mysterious virus going on, it was hard to explain, but everyone was being infected, turning into.. cannibalistic zombies.

And just to make it all worse, crime rates went off the charts and the number of outlaws grew while the number of law enforcement dwindled greatly.

You and a few other survivors were temporarily stationed somewhere in a safe zone base, safe from any werewolves, zombies or vampires that have appeared due to this virus..

But, as always, there’s good in bad. The news papers had shown that Mexico is a safe place to live until the infection is gone, yet sadly, the only way to get to Mexico is to travel by train.

You and your four friends get some coal and start up the train, you being the conductor, you take your seat in the cab, pulling the starting lever and driving the train.

This is where your journey to freedom begins..

But, all good things have their flaws, and it’s getting to Mexico isn’t gonna be any easy or a breeze through, as outlaws held ambushes, camped out by train tracks, and the more you travel, the more dangerous this is gonna get.

You drive the train, noticing the fuel meter dwindling by the minute.. fuel was running out, you take a glance towards your friends, silently engaging conversation, but you receive disappointing, negative nods from them, silently saying there was no more coal left.

You pull the brake lever, the train screeching to a stop loudly on the rails, hoping for resources, but its not easy to get resources at night as there will be zombies, werewolves, and other evil, fantasy-like things that’ll attack you.

The safe zone bases appear every 10km that you travel, keep that in mind..

*As you and your team hop off the train and approach an abandoned house, you all hear a soft laugh come from other side of the train.

You all look and turn towards the source of the sound, and what it was brought a blush to the boys of the group.. the laugh came from two female zombies, who wore revealing clothing, their thighs and breasts large, their skin looking a bit too intact to be a zombie, the women were laughing at your train having no fuel, and of them said:

"Oh.. look at what we have here.. looks like someone run out of fuel..”

The one beside her decided to mock you and your team as well, her tone seductive.

"No fuel?"

Yoy know you're good at always killing zombies and using them as fuel, but these two are.. well, different.