A Staff Member's Specialty

The scenery near the tracks was almost unchanging. There was no wind, and no sound from any plants or animals. It was beautiful and tranquil, like a drawing.

It was nearly eight in the evening. The darkness near the tracks didn't come on gradually like a normal sunset; the change from day to night could happen in an instant.

"Do you think there'll be any Aliens around here after dark?" a female player asked.

"Probably not," someone replied. "Isn't there just water around here? Unless the Aliens can all swim, or have some kind of fish-like ability. But as far as I know, Aliens that have regressed to that point aren't very strong."

"Whatever the case, we shouldn't turn on any lights tonight," said the elderly man who shared Xu Huo's carriage. "That way, everyone will be safe."

No one objected.

In less than twenty minutes, the bright sky suddenly dimmed, and within seconds it had turned completely dark.

"It's so dark," Yan Jiayu said.

It was so dark that they couldn't see their own hands. Even players could only determine where others were by listening to their breathing and the air stirred by their movements. To avoid unnecessary conflict, everyone chose to stay where they were.

Xu Huo was near the edge. To his left, Yan Jiayu and the men who had played cards in their carriage that day sat together. They had left early and claimed the middle section of the three carriages, and every one of them had survived.

On his right were the elderly man and the woman knitting a sweater, followed by the two female players. Beyond them were people from the other carriages. The injured player and the middle-aged woman were seated near the center.

After what had happened earlier, everyone naturally assumed the