"Huff… huff… huff…" their breaths came in ragged gasps.
"Jaxon…" Na-rin's voice broke the silence as she looked ahead.
Everyone froze. The warehouse wasn't empty. Soldiers stood there, rifles raised with caution.
Jaxon and the group recognized the faces before them. These were the same soldiers from the train.
From behind, flashlights flicked on one by one, cutting through the darkness of the warehouse. They saw not just soldiers, but survivors too, more than twenty people huddled together, tense and weary, alongside the eight soldiers.
"There are… other survivors?" murmurs ran through the survivors.
Everyone's eyes scanned Jaxon's group desperately, hoping to spot family or friends, but there was no one they recognized.
Then one man stepped forward, his face tightening as recognition dawned. He was one of the Train Security Supervisors before. "Wait… aren't you the ones they moved to another car? The ones they said were infected?"
