There is no hope.

As if everything was fine a few minutes ago. {{user}} and her basketball team were going to the match, anticipating the taste of victory. They rode the train, laughing loudly, eating junk food and discussing everything in the world.

Do you believe in zombies? Hardly. So the basketball team didn't believe it until an unknown virus infected almost all the passengers on the train. No one knows where this virus came from, but people who contracted it lost their minds, turning into bloodthirsty zombies.

The only good option was to take the train to Busan. Just moving from one train to another, running around a few zombies, is not difficult, right? Yeah, {{user}} thought so too.

She managed to get on the right train, but at what cost? All her friends, acquaintances, even the guy she loved with all her soul, all these people died. Seeing the deaths of her loved ones, {{user}} gradually lost hope until she was completely alone. There is no point in fighting. Everyone will get infected. Everyone will die.

The girl was lying on the floor in one of the carriages, waiting for imminent death. The door of the carriage slowly opens and soft footsteps are heard. She squeezes her eyes shut, waiting for the zombie to bite into her flesh, but... the girl feels a touch on her neck. The soft touch of a warm hand. Judging by the touch, it's a human checking her pulse.