Early morning!
The post-apocalyptic air was much fresher than imagined.
This change was most obvious.
It probably had a lot to do with the shutdown of various factories and the lack of car exhaust emissions.
This made the sky blue and the clouds white during this period, as picturesque as a fairyland among mortals.
At this moment.
Several figures were running wildly in the desolate desert. Each of them was agile and extremely fast, kicking up streaks of yellow sand. If you didn't look closely, you would think it was a car driving by.
Soon, they stopped and stood on a sand dune, looking at the small town ahead.
It was a very, very small town, with a pitifully small population. In times of peace, it was only a few hundred thousand people. In such a harsh environment, who would be willing to stay here?
For such a small city to produce a Creator was truly beyond expectations.
"There's a very terrifying creature dormant here."
Thoi Tieu Phi's expression was serious, his gaze locked on the dust-covered city. A city that looked ordinary at first glance contained a great terror.
If he could choose.
He would definitely not be willing to face a Creator now.
Even if this was a weak Creator, it was still the same.
"I've been here before. Damn it, it's a total scam. The agent tricked me into coming here, saying that working here would earn me over ten thousand a month, paid daily, 350 a day. I was so damn unlucky. It turned out that the agent took one hundred and fifty from the 350, and I only got two hundred. Don't you think these people deserve to die?"
"Haha, what a miserable worker. I've never experienced such a life. I was a second-generation rich kid before."
"Whether you were a second-generation rich kid or a miserable worker, it's the apocalypse now. There's nothing. Only damn strength is real."
"Damn it, if I could go back to the past, I'd still want to live my old life. I had women on my left and right, living in a daze, as happy as a god. These days are so damn miserable."
They chatted casually.
Waiting for the firepower to cover them.
There was no sense of tension about facing a Creator at all.
The sound of a plane flying came through.
They looked up and saw a plane approaching at high speed not far away.
"What kind of plane is this?"
"I don't know. I'm not a military enthusiast either. It must be something the organization got from an air force base."
"Why is there only one? It would be great to get a few more and clean up the scene thoroughly."
"Do you think anyone can fly a fighter jet? It's already good that the organization could find one."
It was true. The cost of training a pilot who could fly a fighter jet was enormous.
Not to mention in this apocalyptic environment.
There weren't many humans left. How many could fly a fighter jet?
Rumble!
Rumble!
With the firepower coverage, the small town ahead instantly exploded. Flames shot into the sky, instantly enveloping the buildings.
The power of hot weapons was still quite ferocious.
Most zombies couldn't withstand this kind of firepower.
Except for those with relatively high-grade crystals, who else could?
"Roar!"
"Roar!"
Just then, from within the city covered by firepower, a ferocious and violent roar came through.
The sound was extremely loud.
It reached everyone's ears like thunder.
If there were birds in this city, amidst this roar, they would definitely spread their wings and fly, creating a very shocking scene.
Rumble!
Rumble!
Looking from afar, the dilapidated buildings in the city were bombed and collapsed, turning into ruins.
The terrifying firepower had awakened the Creator. In the distance, tough flesh tentacles were waving. Every time they swung, they would create a deep, booming sound in the air.
"Haha, that guy is getting antsy. When are we going to attack?"
Some Mutants were already eager to fight the Creator, just to prove their own strength, to let the Creator taste how terrifying they were.
"Don't be anxious. Let the fighter jet cover them with fire again. Since the Creator has been lured out, we can't waste it," the man with glasses from the organization said with a smile.
The fighter jet, which had already flown far away, knew the Creator had appeared. It turned around and prepared to launch another attack.
"Haha, let my human missiles play with you for a while. The feeling of being surrounded by fire must be very exhilarating."
The man with glasses from the organization would not fight the Creator.
He was just a so-called bystander.
However, at this moment.
A sudden change occurred.
The Creator, enraged by the firepower coverage, let out a roar that terrified one's heart. Its long tentacles swayed in the air, and the thorns on its surface actually detached from its body.
"Not good, something's about to happen."
The moment Thoi Tieu Phi saw this situation, he knew it was over. The flight speed of those thorns was really too fast, and their penetrating power was absolutely terrifying. Even if the fighter jet's fuselage was made of special materials, it would absolutely not be able to block it.
As expected.
Black smoke billowed from the fuselage, and flames appeared.
The terrified pilot hurriedly ejected, and with a bang, he shot up. The fighter jet, trailing a thick black smoke, crashed towards the ground in the distance.
The ejected pilot let out a huge sigh of relief, feeling that he was truly safe.
"Be careful!"
Suddenly, a shout came from beside his ear.
The pilot turned his head and looked, his eyes wide with disbelief, the uncontrollable look of terror completely erupting.
"Holy crap..."
A classic curse.
A flesh tentacle that shot into the sky, with its sucker, directly swallowed the pilot in one bite. Fast, accurate, and ruthless. Swallowed by the Creator, there was no way to live. In the end, he would become a part of the Creator's body.
The startled Creator had an extremely strong sense. It instantly locked onto the humans in the distance, its tall body moving rapidly. Its body, deep underground, was like an excavator, constantly digging up the soil in front of it.
"The battle begins. It's time for you to perform," the man with glasses from the organization retreated, urging the eleven perfect Mutants to start hunting the Creator.
He just needed to monitor the scene.
Thoi Tieu Phi spoke up, reminding them, "Everyone, be careful. This Creator can release the thorns on its flesh tentacles. The speed and destructive power are very strong. If you get hit, you will be pierced through. I'm afraid even we Mutants might not be able to withstand it."
The battle was about to begin.
He had to remind those people. If they were careless and the Creator got first blood, it would have a huge impact on them.
Thump!
Thump!
In an instant.
They had already reached the city. With the help of the city environment, they could use the buildings to take cover. This was a great advantage in dealing with a Creator.
. . .
In the city.
Lam Pham had come out early to clean up zombies. That city had not been cleaned up yet, and he also wanted to look for Duong Mai's lost companions.
They had been lost for a long time.
But he still held onto hope as he searched.
"If I could see them, how great would that be?"
Lam Pham's own senses were very strong. Within a certain range, he could hear heartbeats. Therefore, he relied on this ability to search.
Walking on.
He didn't encounter many zombies.
This made Lam Pham a little more relaxed.
But occasionally, a limping, wandering zombie would appear in front of him. To deal with these ferocious normal zombies, he would just casually swing his Frostmourne and chop them down.
Easy, without any difficulty.
Soon.
He stopped and looked at a residential area on the side.
The sign at the entrance was covered in dust, but the characters on it could be faintly seen.
Tan Duong Residential Area.
Looking at the building in the distance, he could vaguely see a figure at a window. But the glass had not been cleaned for a long time and was very dirty, so it was just a blurry silhouette.
Encountering this situation, he never doubted whether there was someone there.
Even if there was no one in the end.
He would still go over and take a look.
He walked to the guard room at the entrance and glanced casually. He saw a rotting skeleton on a chair. There were no maggots. The time of death must have been very long. It was probably at the beginning of the apocalypse. Knowing that there was no escape from the mouths of zombies, he had finally chosen to commit suicide to avoid being attacked by them.
"Sigh, what a pity. If he had chosen to run bravely back then, he might have had a chance to escape."
This was a fifty-fifty chance.
Without registering, he walked into the residential area.
The road in the residential area was littered with broken limbs. Over time, the flesh and blood on the limbs had corroded away.
Looking around.
Images appeared in his mind, all of panicked survivors fleeing when the apocalypse descended.
Building 3, Unit 3, Room 505.
The fire escape door downstairs was locked. Without a key, he just pulled it down hard. He saw that the stairs were full of skeletons, and the walls were stained with already blackened blood. A gentle touch and the blood clots would fall off.
There was no electricity in this city.
The elevator had stopped working.
He climbed the stairs and quickly reached his destination.
Knock, knock!
He knocked on the door.
"Hello, I am Lam Pham from the Hoang City Sunshine Shelter. I've come to save you. Is anyone here?"
Lam Pham knew there was no one.
But it was good to make a reminder.
This was a habit of his.
Facing the security door, he threw a punch. With a bang, the security door was directly broken through. He reached his hand inside and opened the door.
He walked into the house.
Instantly, a strange smell hit him.
This made him very puzzled.
He thought this was impossible. The survivors had died early on, and their bodies should have long since rotted into skeletons. How could there still be a smell of rot?
He walked inside.
When he saw the scene in front of him, his expression suddenly changed, a little disbelieving that it would be like this.
The ground was littered with discarded mineral water bottles, bread boxes, instant noodle bowls, and some scattered snacks.
"With food, they should have been able to live for a long time."
Lam Pham muttered to himself. There were three skeletons in the living room alone. Judging by the time of rot, it should have been more than half a month.
Seeing that a room door was closed, he opened it and saw the same smell rushing out. If it weren't for his better tolerance, he would have started vomiting long ago.
There was also a corpse in the room.
He retreated from the room, went to the balcony, and saw that he was not mistaken. There was indeed a headless corpse lying on the ground. A rope was hanging on the balcony.
Obviously, he had hanged himself. The time was a bit long, causing the rope and flesh to rot, and the head to break off.
There were also SOS letters written in red pen on the window, but they were covered in dust and had become a bit blurry.
Lam Pham's expression was extremely grave. This was a very bad thing.
After the apocalypse broke out.
He hadn't come here. If he could have come here, he could have saved this group of survivors who were struggling to survive.
"Sigh..."
He sighed.
He turned to leave with great regret.
His gaze fell on an open notebook on the table.
He turned to the first page.
What was imprinted in his eyes was a line of not-so-beautiful handwriting.
"Oh my god, so scary."
He casually flipped through it. Every page of the thick notebook was filled with handwriting. It was clear that this group of survivors had held on for a very long time, but the situation outside was beyond their imagination.
This led to them being unable to leave.
After all, with the zombies in a city, even if you drove around recklessly, you would still be blocked by them, unable to escape.
He turned to the next page.
[Day 12: What should we do? We can't leave. The downstairs is full of zombies. There are seven of us in total, six adults and a seven-year-old boy. Can we really survive? When will the country send out the army to wipe out these terrifying zombies?
Fortunately, the power and water haven't been cut off. I know water is very important. We can only find all the bottles and store some water first.]
A very smart choice.
Knowing to store water. When the apocalypse descended, the waterworks would not lose their ability to work immediately. Depending on the situation of the waterworks, they could last for different amounts of time.
Looking at their empty food boxes, he knew that they had stored a lot of food here at the beginning. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to last so long.
This place looked like a shared rental.
One room for two people, or a family of three with a child, it was hard to say.
He continued to look.
[Day 13: It's a complete mess outside. There are so many zombies. At a glance, it's all zombies, piled up like mountains. With this number of zombies, there's no escape. We can only stay in this seemingly safe place.
We sorted out all the food. It's very gratifying. There are quite a few snacks. Thanks to Zi Hao's love of snacks and his laziness to go out and buy them, he stored so many in this hiding place.]
Seeing such content, Lam Pham was happy for them. But thinking of the final result, that happy expression instantly vanished.
In the end, they still couldn't hold on.
He continued to flip through it.
The following content was all about daily events. On the third day, the power was cut off. On the fifth day, the tap water was also cut off.
The real apocalypse began.
This was the biggest challenge for the living.
Lam Pham continued to flip through it and found that they were very admirable. Even in the apocalypse, they had not given up on survival. With so many people sharing food, no one thought of killing anyone else to hoard food.
At this most dangerous moment.
The test of human nature had truly arrived.
The diary had many pages. As he continued to read, on a certain day, a survivor fell ill, and the medicine had been used up.
In the end, he stayed in the room and died in pain.
Of the seven survivors, after a period of time in the apocalypse, one died of illness.
Lam Pham knew this situation was very terrifying.
Especially for the sick survivors.
Without medicine, they could only wait for death in the apocalypse.
"If I had really come here, how great would that be? I could have definitely saved them," Lam Pham muttered.
Unfortunately, if he had searched around randomly, these survivors might not have been discovered, and they would have also died tragically in the apocalypse in the end.
There were no perfect things.
Sometimes, you could only rely on fate.
At this moment.
The environment was extremely quiet.
Only the sound of Lam Pham flipping through the pages.
He read very carefully, his expression gradually changing with the content of the diary.
The content towards the end was even more tragic.
With the shortage of food, an adult decided to risk climbing out the window to the next room. But the first one stepped on something unstable and fell into the zombie horde, being brutally bitten to death.
Then, another companion stood up and risked going out to find food. This time, he climbed in, but soon, a tragic scream came. There was a zombie in that person's house.
They knew they were all done for.
In this kind of siege, they would all die once the food was used up.
He continued to read the diary.
The content was very heartbreaking. The diary was not written by the same person.
[My mental state is on the verge of collapse. I can vaguely see my parents. They were weak and sickly, always living in the countryside. I think they are already dead. I'd better leave the food for that child. I hope he can live a little longer. Maybe a miracle will happen.
Goodbye, terrible apocalypse.]
Looking at this passage.
He could imagine the other's pain, how much their heart had collapsed. To have held on until now in the apocalypse, they really couldn't take it anymore.
Just as he thought the diary was over.
He found that there was still content on the next page. The handwriting was clearly that of a primary school student.
[I'm the only one left. I'm so scared.]
[Sob... there are man-eating monsters downstairs. Uncle, daddy, mommy, why did they die? I want them to get up and accompany me.]
[I'm so hungry, starving to death. There's no food...]
After this, there was no more content.
Lam Pham's expression was very grave. He clutched the diary tightly, a pain in his heart. He could imagine how painful it was for this surviving child to be in a state of starvation.
In the end, he starved to death.
He had never experienced what it was like to be hungry to a certain extent.
But looking at the curled up skeleton.
He knew that at the last moment of this child's consciousness, he probably just wanted to eat a bite of food.
"Why did I waste time?"
"Sleep is no longer important to me. I can use the night to clean up zombies. This way, the cleanup speed will be faster."
Perhaps if I had come here a little earlier, I might not have been able to save everyone, but I could have definitely saved this child and brought him a life full of hope.
Instead of this despair-shrouded starvation.
Lam Pham reflected on himself.
He decided on a new cleanup method.
And for those ignorant zombies, they still didn't know that the real terror had arrived.
He put away the notebook, turned to leave, closed the broken security door, and at the same time, drew his Frostmourne and froze the hole he had just broken in the iron.
With a surge of anger in his heart.
He no longer dawdled.
Instead, he sped up. This city must be cleaned up at the fastest speed, and then he would go to other places to clean up zombies. When the number of zombies was reduced to a certain extent.
Then more survivors could live.