Hiding in an izakaya, the six survivors were wrapped in blackened white cloth and knelt on the ground.
There was no sound outside the window, quiet.
The survivors, who looked like a family of three in the house, couldn't help sobbing softly.
in this quiet environment.
Perhaps the sound of sobbing was too harsh in this small room, so a bald man holding a bald stick growled angrily:
"Stop fucking crying!"
"They're going to see us!"
His voice was trembling, and although his expression was fierce, it was easy to see from his trembling hands that he was no better than everyone present.
Everyone was holding their heads tightly, like ostriches, not daring to look out the window.
The windows covered with newspapers cast a faint light.
On the wooden floor of the izakaya, the slowly rising dust particles twisted wantonly in the dim light, like beings being led, flying towards the dim light.
On the system panel, prompts from the war zone channel kept flashing.
"Warning! The Shinjuku War Zone chat channel will enter silent mode in 15 seconds! All survivors please stop viewing and send messages! Please do not look up to the sky!!"
"Warning! The Shinjuku War Zone chat channel will enter silent mode in 14 seconds."
"warn!"
The countdown was reported quickly, and the entire theater channel was filled with a large number of warning messages.
The person who sent the message was not the system, but a self-organized official force.
It is obviously just a channel for chatting, but at this moment, it seems to be spreading a virus, forcing people to give up on their own initiative.
"I don't want to die, I don't want to die like this!!"
Perhaps it was the overly tense and depressing atmosphere that completely overwhelmed everyone's nerves.
A young man held a shotgun and pointed it at his chin.
After taking one last look at the channel countdown, he turned off the message tremblingly.
Beside the locked door behind him, a headless corpse lay quietly on the ground.
Judging from the degree of decomposition of the body, it was obviously a zombie.
But the broken wound on the neck was extremely fresh.
The limp and twisted body looked as if someone had removed its spine.
"wave~"
Outside the window, on the street.
Several sounds sounded like the opening of a wave soda.
This continuous ringing sound is like the final countdown.
"Bang!!"
Gunshot.
Red bursts out of the windows in the old house, dotted with stars.
On the crowded street, countless heads floating in the air were all looking towards the small izakaya.
Floating in mid-air, like a balloon, there was a silly smile on his face.
In the sky, a huge expressionless, wrinkled face casts a large shadow on the ground.
Arab Theater, Jerusalem.
The scorching sun hanging high in the sky is scorching the earth wantonly, and even the air is distorted by this high temperature.
Under a huge stone wall about a hundred meters high and built against the mountains, corpses were piled together as densely as a black tide.
The corpse liquid was thick and pooled on the ground like oil.
What's unusual is that there seems to be a faint smell of moisture in the air.
Below the city, tens of millions of zombies trampled on each other, piled up to a height of nearly 70 meters.
Like stacks of wheat leaning against the wall, one after another.
"All survivors prepare to evacuate!"
"Evacuate to the north! Please evacuate to the north as soon as possible!!"
Armed helicopters circled, and sirens echoed throughout the valley-like gathering place.
The soldiers holding heavy machine guns roared downwards heart-breakingly.
As a former holy city, half of Jerusalem’s survivors gathered here.
There was a sea of people, and a large number of bewildered humans listened blankly to the warning above them, while a small number of people who had received more accurate information ran in the other direction, crying.
Thirteen minutes later.
On the street, a woman wrapped in black gauze looked desperately at the rushing crowd.
"Who has seen my child!?"
"Please, help me find my child Wuwu"
With only his eyes exposed, he searched for the child on the street again and again.
For a long while, her eyes were red, and she looked at the crushed little hand at the feet of the crowd, staggering against the current and squeezing away.
"Run quickly!!"
"The mountain is about to burst!! Flood! The flood is coming!"
Unbelievable.
The running crowd shouted in terror, and a large number of survivors who took advantage of the chaos to rob the city wildly set fire to the city.
It was obvious that they were 700 kilometers away from the nearest coastline, but everyone who fled seemed to believe it.
The top brass who got the information first had already evacuated.
As the largest safe zone established with difficulty, the awakened ones who had fought here gave up everything without hesitation.
High in the sky, a large number of old-fashioned gliders collided, and aircraft with their precision instruments removed collided on the runway like a race.
Fire, smoke, screams.
Under the corner in the direction of escape, a small number of powerful awakened ones were running at high speed, and even climbed over the towering city wall with agility.
Standing on the roof of the tallest building in the safety zone, which was also the former St. Norma Cross, several old people who were unwilling to leave looked at the black line approaching in the distance with trembling lips.
The black line is slow, but it seems that there is no end in sight.
It was like a black ribbon pulled up from the waist, pulled towards them.
His voice was hoarse, and he looked at the black line that was getting closer.
An old man bent down with a stooped figure, put his hands together, and prayed devoutly.
"God please stop this disaster"
"Merciful Father, what did we do wrong?"
The last church bell rings.
A tsunami came from 700 kilometers away.
That black color is the endless tide of corpses that were swept up in the tsunami along the way.
"Dang-dang"
Doomsday bell.
The zombies wrapped in the seawater and swept by the waves roared and waved their arms. They opened the corners of their mouths as wide as possible.
Scarlet eyes, like red mold spots, are scattered across the waves.
The walls that once hindered them are no longer an obstacle.
At this time, the height of the waves they were in had reached 270 meters
Huaxia Theater, Capital Military District.
In the busy combat command room, many awakened people looked at the information that had just been sent in silence.
Obviously they still have a lot of things to deal with.
But at this moment, everyone had a sense of sadness on their faces and spontaneously stopped what they were doing.
Being piled up with a large amount of written materials, an officer sitting on the chair glanced at the report in his hand with an unbearable expression and sighed:
"Everyone."
“1 hour ago”
"A total of 19 war zones have sent us messages requesting support."
"Three of the war zones completely cut off any communication channels 40 minutes ago, and the Iceland war zone also officially declared its demise."
Another sigh.
Although there is no direct communication between war zones, there are always some props that can cross this barrier, or they can be passed on layer by layer with the help of border personnel.
As they organize the situation in global war zones, they naturally pay special attention to other war zones.
Especially, it is related to the progress of the catastrophe.
But now
"According to statistics."
"It is estimated that within the past three hours, the catastrophic procedures in various war zones have officially broken out."
"According to our current data, the initial stage of this disaster has caused 2.757 billion deaths."
His face was unbearable, and the voice of the officer who reported the information was trembling.
He could not imagine what kind of disasters were happening around the world outside the Chinese Military Region, on this planet.
“In about 4 hours”
"More than 2 billion survivors will die in the next catastrophe"
I felt a real sense of panic.
This is when they once again felt the insignificance and fragility of human beings since the apocalypse broke out.
Thousands of lives are just a series of cold numbers.
Catastrophe is really coming
However, at this moment, many people suddenly felt a sense of joy in their hearts.
Fortunately, there is still one year left in the Chinese War Zone
