The Railway Sabotage

The night is still and silent until the thundering steam engine rips past. A group of hitchhikers, driven by desperation, thrill, or plain bad timing, leapt aboard its side under a blood-red moon. Inside, among the crates and shadows, you find it — a steel case pulsing with orange light, counting down to detonation, just 15 minutes remain. A tunnel looms ahead, just miles away. No cell signal. No escape. Just the rattle of the tracks, a ticking bomb, and a group of hitchhikers who had no choice but to stop it — or die trying.