Yes... Eventually

You swing your ski-bat again as another zombie stumbles close, barely even looking to make sure you had adequately smashed the skull before you look around frantically.

Alex is running low on the charges in his blunderbuss’ compartment, and it won’t be long before he has to load more. Heather’s shots go wide more often than not, but with the lack of experience most of you have had with any kind of firearms, that’s not unexpected. She hits something more often than not anyway thanks to there being a target-rich environment.

Charlie is only using his axe when absolutely necessary, and is falling back farther with each infected that he has to kill. Meg is trying to work frantically at a nearby terminal, and Bella is firing her own pistol with much greater accuracy. Beside you, Sam is firing her slugthrower, each shot killing a zombie or knocking one back through the sheer **** of the impacts.

But more are coming. And they’re starting to overwhelm.

The lanky, hunched infected you saw earlier is now standing straighter, his chest seeming to expand with each passing moment.

“We’re running out of time, blondie!” Bella grimaces as she guns down another walking corpse.

“I’m working as fast as I can! The outbreak must have caused some sort of screw-up in the city’s data network, because the fucking terminal’s going haywire!” She screams in frustration. “The rail line is right fucking there you useless piece of electronic hellspawn!”

“Not to be a bitch, but unless you want more to come here then stop screaming!” Heather punctuates her words with another burst from her pistol, managing to kill another two infected.

“Shut the fuck up and let me work, Sugar-tits! I’m trying to make sure we have an escape route now that the truck is wrecked!” She mutters under her breath as the gunshots ring around you. “Okay, data-core access code required, I don’t know a Doctor Mabaso, but I can probably guess the clearance….”

“Whatever you’re doing, do it fast!” Alex is frantically loading charges into the compartment of his blunderbuss.

“Almost th- wait, who the hell is Overseer R1?” Meg stares at the terminal in confusion for a moment before a ping sounds around you. “Oh shit. Everyone, follow me! The skyrail’s been called!”

“The skyrail? Are you insane?” Sam follows Meg despite her protests, but mostly because it’s a plan where no one else has one. “Those things are about as quick as a slug!”

“Unless you’ve got a better idea, Red, then it’s all we’ve got!”

“I hate to say it, but….” You shrug. Sam groans next to you as you run.

The skyrail station is typical in design: glass and steel, raised up above the concourse to accommodate the rails themselves, since the cars taking too steep a drop would be less than comfortable, given that gravity-oriented cars are still being implemented. You manage to shoddily barricade the door, but fall back to the platform between the rails themselves.

“Okay, whoever Overseer R1 is, they said the car would be coming here.” Meg looks frustrated, and you can’t exactly blame her. “How they did it, and how they expect us to stay alive until it show up, are beyond my capacity to give a fuck right now.”

“Well, I guess this is it, then?” Sam’s voice is shaking.

“Let’s not assume the worst yet.” Bella tries to reassure the group, but the shake in her voice, well-hidden though it might be to everyone else, tells you that she doesn’t have much confidence.

“Not a bad place to hole up.” Alex shrugs, scooping more marbles into his gun. “If they come at us from one angle we might make it.”

“And what the fuck are the chances of that, huh?” Charlie’s probably trying to sound tough, but his voice displays nothing but fear. You can’t really blame him right now.

“We just have to hope, honestly.” Heather’s voice is resolute. “And if we don’t make it… maybe be ready to ensure that most of us don’t end up like that.”

“Fuck.” Your girlfriend swears under her breath, her shoulders shaking. “This is complete bullshit, you know that?”

“Yeah.” You wrap an arm around her shoulders, trying to calm both her and yourself. “Yeah, it really is.” You grin down at her. “Hey, when we get out of this, want to lock ourselves in a room and not leave for three days?”

“Hell yes.” Sam’s smiling a little now. “I don’t want to be able to walk straight when we’re done.”

“Okay, kids, quit the flirting.” Bella’s voice betrays her own smile. “I don’t think anyone wants to hear about your sex lives right now.”

“Ah, screw it, they’re cute.” Meg chuckles.

The air feels just a little lighter now.

But it doesn’t last. There’s a pounding against the door you barricaded, and You hear groaning and screeching through the frosted glass. As you grip your ski-bat, you feel the tension in the air, the sense of near-certain doom that has all of your allies pushed to the brink.

And with another, now-familiar boom, the doors blast open. The hunched infected - you mentally call it a ‘gasper’ - wheezing as the horde bursts into the station. You think you faintly hear something like a screech of metal on metal, but you put it out of your mind, bracing for the wave of bone and rotting flesh that’s bearing down on you. Your allies begin firing, and you realize that Trusty shoots rockets. This revelation only takes a moment before you decide it’s not important now and focus on being ready.

They’re getting closer. Thirty feet.

The screeching is louder now.

More are falling. Twenty feet.

You definitely hear it, and you dread to think what it might mean.

The zombies are collapsing over each other in their rush to attack you. Fifteen feet.

The gasper is trying to breathe in, and you watch in horror as his chest begins to expand again…

Ten feet.

And then hell breaks loose.

Which a hellish screech and the sound of crunching bone, a skyrail car smashes into the horde just as they begin to cross the rail itself. The doors on your side slide open as though it were a normal day for a commute.

“Departure for Alphonse Leclare Station boarding. Immediate departure expected.”

“Is the fucking skyrail telling us to hurry up?” Heather sounds almost scandalized.

“Holy shit, R1 was right.” Meg sounds awed. “If we ever meet him I might just kiss him on the mouth.”

“Sure he wouldn’t like it somewhere else?” Charlie is running to the car, grinning madly as he clambers in.

“Shut up, Numbnuts.”

You reach the car with Sam, but you let out a harsh breath as you see the infected clawing at the windows on the other side.

“They’re not giving up, though.”

“Can they even get through the windows?” Sam raises an eyebrow. “These cars are meant to withstand high-speed falls, aren’t they? Would those things be able to produce the **** necessary to break through?”

“Don’t ever ask that question again.” You tell her in a horrified whisper.

“Departure commencing. Destination: Alphonse Leclare Station.” And then the skyrail car lurches, and you feel a sense of deja vu as it moves far faster than it was probably meant to. The station shrinks into the distance as the car flies along the rail, leaving all seven of you to regain your bearings inside.

And when it slides to a stop, you know exactly where you are.

Because the station you exit the car in is a scant few minutes from your home.