Apocalypse I have a system to raise children

Train station

Stepping through the shimmering portal, Vivek emerged into a desolate world bathed in the harsh glare of the morning sun. The air hung heavy with the fetid stench of decay, a grim testament to the horrors that awaited him. Gone was the familiar landscape of Mount Chole; in its place stretched a deserted road leading towards a crumbling silhouette in the distance - the skeletal remains of a train station.

Driven by a desperate hope to find answers for his family, Vivek gripped his makeshift weapons - a sturdy crowbar and a hunting knife strapped to his thigh. These tools, meticulously chosen and honed before his treacherous journey, felt reassuringly familiar in his grasp.

He set off down the deserted road, his senses on high alert. The silence, broken only by the rasping wind and his own ragged breaths, amplified every rustle of leaves and creaking of branches. He knew the silence wouldn't last.

As he rounded a bend, his suspicions were confirmed. A group of shambling figures emerged from the shadows, their vacant eyes locked on him. He recognized them instantly - the undead, the embodiment of the very apocalypse he had sought to disprove.

Adrenaline surged through his veins, his training kicking in. He swung the crowbar with practiced efficiency, connecting squarely with the skull of the nearest figure. Its bone cracked with a sickening thud, the lifeless body crumpling to the ground.

But more shambled towards him, their moans a chilling chorus of hunger. He fought with a ferocity born of desperation, each swing of the crowbar a desperate attempt to keep the horde at bay. He dodged their grasping claws and gnashing teeth, the metallic tang of blood filling the air.

Yet, amidst the chaos, a chilling realization dawned on him. In the heat of preparation, consumed by the weight of his mission, he had forgotten one crucial detail - first aid supplies. A small cut on his arm, initially ignored, now burned with a growing intensity.

The realization threatened to cripple him, but the memory of his family's faces, etched with worry and fear, fueled a renewed determination. He had come too far to turn back now. He pressed on, fighting with a newfound ferocity, his gaze fixed on the train station in the distance.

Reaching the station, he found it a desolate graveyard of shattered glass and crumbling concrete. The air hung even heavier with the stench of decay, and the moans of the undead echoed through the empty halls.

The road ahead was fraught with danger, the fight for survival far from over. But with a deep breath, Vivek steeled himself. He had faced his first test, and he had emerged, battered but unbroken. He would learn from his mistakes, adapt, and continue his journey. He was not just a man searching for answers; he was a survivor, fighting for a future for himself and his family.

Adrenaline surged through Vivek's veins, a stark contrast to the bone-chilling fear that had gripped him moments before. He had arrived at the train station, not the bustling hub he remembered, but a desolate wasteland overrun by the undead. The once grand structure lay in ruins, its shattered windows like vacant eyes staring out at the carnage.

The air hung heavy with the stench of decay, a nauseating reminder of the monstrous denizens that now roamed freely. A guttural moan pierced the silence, drawing Vivek's gaze to a group of shambling figures approaching from the shadows. Their vacant eyes, devoid of any spark of humanity, locked onto him, their hunger evident in their ragged moans.

Vivek's hand instinctively grasped the weathered baseball bat he had scavenged along the way. The wood felt rough against his skin, a comforting weight in his trembling hand. He knew this was no ordinary weapon; it was his lifeline, his only defense against the relentless horde.

The first zombie, its body a grotesque patchwork of decaying flesh and exposed bone, lunged forward. Vivek swung the bat with all his might, the impact a sickening thud that resonated through his arms. The blow connected squarely with the creature's skull, sending it sprawling back in a heap of rotting limbs.