"How many more kilometers?" asked the man who looked like a higher-ranking military officer.
Unlike the train staff members, who wore blue uniforms, this person wore a black suit with gold epaulets on the shoulders and a row of medals pinned to his chest, typical of high-ranking military officers.
The suit was sharply tailored, with brass buttons gleaming in the light.
He was responsible for commanding the military personnel if the train came under attack by a horde of corrupted.
"Just 100 kilometers until we reach the next city," the driver replied, his eyes focused on the radar.
This train didn't emit any light to avoid attracting the attention of the corrupted, so looking outside which was filled with miasma was futile.
Even the glass had something on it that stopped the light from passing through.
