Armored Train in the Apocalypse

Week 1: "1224 people crammed into 40 carriages, but only 2 can stay in the locomotive-what makes you worthy?"

Month 1: "Zombies evolve, and so must the train: 1.2cm steel plates welded, roof machine gun mounts reserved."

Month 2: "With talent, R&D speeds up. Survival exoskeleton: Scavenger Type 1 takes shape."

Month 3: "The train driver who tears through armor, the boy who lifts the train from his wheelchair, the female PhD who hand-crafts a flesh-and-blood mecha..."

-"Train Conductor's Log"

We crush the zombie horde with steel wheels, mend broken tracks with superpowers, and mount flamethrowers against the plant frenzy. While other survivors beg to board, my crew bakes cranberry cookies.

Su Huan closes the log, gazing at the twisted monster outside the window: "Tell the kitchen to prepare an extra-spicy hotpot-some uninvited guests just won't..."