As if they have a bad mouth, Ken's worries came true.
Dragging footsteps echoed from the cabin next to them; growling animosities came slowly towards them.
Markus slowly turned around and he saw from the door connected to the rest of the cabins on the train, the people who are walking like zombies and were carrying a weapon, are approaching them.
"Androids." He muttered.
"Here they come," Ken said and Brent slightly curled behind him.
Markus folded his laptop and handed it to Brent. "Keep it safe. We'll buy you time," he said to his trembling friend. Brent looked like he had something to say but he was taken over with his fear.
"Hey, it's fine. We'll take care of them. You man the train." Markus picked his bat and slowly approached the door, peeking from the circular window, and saw
