Darkness Descends

Ye Zhao had only come over because she heard someone tapping below, but the sound had suddenly ceased. She tilted her head to look down and, sure enough, amidst the crowd, she spotted a vine that hadn't yet retracted. Following the vine, she saw a young man with a shard of glass embedded in his stomach; he had already lost consciousness.

How miserable.

She scanned him, but found nothing—he was broke, too.

She jumped down from the roof of the train car and checked his breathing. He was still alive. She carried him out to the tunnel and left him there; as for the rest, they would have to leave it to fate.

Fortunately, just as she emerged, she heard human voices echoing through the tunnel, accompanied by hurried footsteps and beams of light sweeping in her direction. Sure enough, a group of firefighters and subway staff soon came running toward her.

Ye Zhao had been worried that a major disaster had occurred outside and that rescue might not arrive, which was why she had suggested the others save themselves. Seeing the rescue team now, she felt genuinely relieved. She waved at them, "Help! Help!"

The fire captain in the lead paused, staring at the young woman in white not far away. She was covered in blood—even her face was stained crimson—and with her long hair disheveled, standing before the twisted, mangled wreckage of the train, waving her arms frantically, she looked like a vengeful spirit demanding a life...

At least she spoke like a human.

The captain hurried over with his team and shouted from a distance, "Are you a passenger from the train? Are you alright? What's the situation inside?"

Ye Zhao replied, "The situation inside is very bad. Most people have passed out. I'm afraid there aren't