The Train to Busan

Part 4

As we ran down the stairs, two baseball players that had been helping us keep the doors shut got attacked by the infected. 

"AAHHH" I yelped.

We all dashed to the moving train in a hurry, I was exhausted from all the running and began to slow down, the others in front of me managed to get onto an empty train car, while they were reaching out for my hand to pull me aboard.
"HURRY" The tall wealthy man shouted.
Fog began to form all around us, I could hardly see through the fog, I need to get to the train! The infected are dashing and lunging at me like bloodthirsty beasts!
"Huff, huff, huff" My breath became shaky.
I was running for my life, one wrong move and I could turn into one of them.... Suddenly, one of their blood covered hands grabbed hold of my ankle....
"AAAAAHHHHHH" I shrieked.
The infected pulled me down to the ground, pinning me to the floor. Just as the infected was about to bite into me like dinner, i grabbed a bloody police baton that was beside me and slammed it into the infected person's head, knocking them straight off of me. I quickly got up, dashing towards the moving train, attempting to grab hold of the wealthy man's hand. The train had sped up and was continuing to get faster and faster, luckily, just as the train reached the end of the station sidewalk, i grabbed hold of the man's hand and got pulled on board, safe and sound... or so i thought.