Shinjuku, Japan.
The streets are crowded with people.
Hiding in an izakaya, the six survivors were wrapped in blackened white cloth and fell to their knees.
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 bachelor's stick growled irritably:
"Stop fucking crying!"
"They're going to see us!"
His voice was trembling, and although his expression was fierce, it was easy to tell 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, 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 seemed to have had its spine removed.
"wave~"
Outside the window, on the street.
Several sounds sounded like pops of soda being opened.
This continuous ringing sound is like the final countdown.
"boom!!"
Gunfire.
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 was scorching the earth wantonly, and even the air was distorted by this high temperature.
Under the huge stone wall, which was about 100 meters high and built against the mountains, a dense group of corpses were stacked together like 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.
Under 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 a 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 down heart-piercingly.
As a former holy city, here are the survivors of half of Jerusalem.
There was a sea of people, and a large number of bewildered humans listened blankly to the warnings 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.
"Child...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 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 clear 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 were flying around like headless flies. Aviation planes 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 from a 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 leaned down with a stooped figure, clasped his hands, and prayed devoutly.
"God...please stop this disaster..."
"Merciful Father...what did we do wrong..."
The last church bell rang.
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 seawater and swept by the waves roared and waved their arms. They split the corners of the mouth to the maximum.
Scarlet eyes were like red mold spots scattered across the waves.
The walls that once impeded them were no longer an impediment.
At this time, the height of the waves they were in had reached 270 meters...
....
China War Zone, 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 a look on his face and sighed deeply:
"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 connection 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 the statistics."
"It is estimated that within the past three hours, the disaster procedures in various war zones have officially broken out."
"According to the data we have available, 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 from the progress of the next catastrophe..."
I felt a genuine sense of panic.
This is the time they feel the insignificance and fragility of human beings again since the apocalypse broke out.
Thousands of lives are just a series of cold numbers.
Disaster 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 Theater...
