Sichuan (1)

If the feeling of futility could become an expression, it would probably look exactly like that.

The people stared up at the train for a moment—

One, then another.

Thump.

They began sinking to the ground as though the strength had gone out of their legs.

They didn't seem to have any will to fight.

Whether they had lost the will to fight because the vicious train had taken the secret manual—

Or whether they had truly been controlled by the secret manual.

I couldn't know the exact reason, but everyone was focused solely on drawing harsh breaths.

They didn't seem to be planning to fight...