The Cryptic Train

The beginning

It was a normal day.

Everyone was busy with their own work.

No one knew what was about to happen.

Shweta and her friends were excited about their trip.

They had reached the bus station, laughing and arguing about who would sit by the window.

Right beside the bus station was a railway platform — and today was special.

A new train was being launched.
It looked like a train… but not completely.

It was smaller, sleeker.

It didn’t just run on tracks — it could move on roads too.

People had gathered around, cheering, recording videos. The atmosphere was festive.

Then suddenly—

Someone collapsed.

At first, people rushed to help.
But the man began shaking violently. His body twisted unnaturally.

His voice turned into something… inhuman.

Shweta froze.
Naman whispered, Bhai… what the heck is going on?

Aditi’s voice trembled. Guys… is this isn't how apocalypse movies start…

Shweta snapped, “Why are you just standing there? Run!!!!

But it was already too late.

More people began falling. Screaming. Pushing.

Chaos erupted.

The infected started attacking others.

Within minutes, the crowd turned into something terrifying.

They ran toward a side path near the bushes — but suddenly, a figure lunged
out.

A zombie.

They split in different directions.
“Shweta!” Aditi shouted.

But Shweta was already running blindly through the panic.

Everywhere she looked — infected people. Screams. Blood. Destruction.

Then she saw it.

The experimental train.
The operator, terrified, was desperately trying to start it.

Shweta made a split-second decision. If she could climb onto it, she might survive.

She tried to call her friends — but her voice drowned in the chaos.

Just as the train engine roared to life,

Aditi spotted her.
“Shweta!” she yelled, pulling Naman along.

They ran toward the moving train — but suddenly a zombie attacked Aditi.

She fought back.

Naman pushed it away. They tried to run again......But Aditi tripped.

And before they could react, a swarm surrounded her.

Naman froze.
Shweta jumped down from the side railing of the train, grabbed Naman’s hand, and pulled him up.

The train began moving.

As they climbed onto the roof, holding onto a metal bar for balance, they looked back.

Aditi was no longer fighting.

"She was one of them."

Tears streamed down their faces.

An hour ago, they were arguing about snacks.

Now the world was ending.
The train sped forward.

They didn’t know where it was going.

But behind them, everything was burning.

It had been an hour.

An hour of wind slamming against their faces.

An hour of not knowing where they were going.

An hour since they saw Aditi fall.

The city was long gone.

The train kept moving through unfamiliar land.

Neither of them recognized the area.
Naman finally spoke.

We should talk to the guy who started this train. Maybe he knows where he’s taking us....

Shweta didn’t respond immediately.

Her thoughts were racing.

What the hell is happening?

We just lost Aditi.

What about my family? Are they safe?

And that man… why did he look so scared? Or was it guilt?

This wasn’t random. It couldn’t be.

The train.

The launch.

The infection starting right there.

Something was connected.

Where are you lost??Naman asked softly. You okay?

He looked broken — but thinking.
Always thinking.

Even in fear.

He had already lost Aditi.

And his whole world was his 2 friends.. he had no one else. No family waiting somewhere safe.

Shweta swallowed her grief.

We’re not just surviving” she said firmly.

We’re finding out what caused this. There has to be a reason.

Naman nodded. “Then we find the cure. Or the person behind it.”

Before either of them could say more—

The train slowed.

Then stopped.

The wind quieted.

They looked around.

Dense forest.

Tall trees swallowing the sky.

And ahead… through the branches…

An abandoned facility.

Not broken randomly.

Abandoned intentionally.