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.