Doomsday America

Chapter 137 Ordinary People's Despair in the End of the World (10k)

On the other hand, at the manor...

One p.m.

After Gavin and his group left, the camp entered a well-organized production phase.

Some were raising cattle, others were feeding horses. Sariel was milking the horses quite quickly today, so she took the time to give them a proper brushing.

Especially Gavin's Octavian, who hadn't been ridden by Gavin for several days, was covered in a layer of dust.

As for Doris, she took William and Winnie to the farm to collect eggs.

The team members consumed a considerable amount of eggs, with the demand for fried eggs alone reaching a significant level, not to mention that Doris also had her own requirements for the food.

Whether making cheese, butter, salad, cake, or any other food, eggs are indispensable, resulting in the team consuming over 120 eggs a day.

While they were collecting eggs, the broadcasting room on the third floor of the manor was filled with messages.

As he fiddled with the amateur radio on his right, old Bert turned on the radio to communicate with the astronauts.

"Ivan, I've adjusted the frequency as you said. Now, what should I do?"

Hearing old Bert's words, Ivan took a weary breath and then responded over the radio.

"Albert, don't be so stupid! You're fiddling with a radio, not a walkie-talkie!"

"Unless another radio station receives your signal and responds to you, all radios can only listen to your station, but cannot speak to you!"

"So, once you've determined the frequency, all you need to do is sit in front of the radio and keep talking."

"At the same time, you must believe in yourself. You must firmly believe that your words are being listened to by countless people on the radio, and that your words will give them strength, understand?"

"Besides, as long as you persist long enough, you'll eventually get contact from other radios. Then you can say whatever you want. After all, human civilization is on the verge of collapse, and nobody cares if your radio conversation format is correct!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ivan, inside the space station, bit his specially made pen and smacked his lips to prevent saliva from spilling out.

Not far from him, Charlie Duke and Shinya Kobayashi couldn't help but look up at him.

American astronaut Charlie's face didn't show much frustration, only countless hours of exhaustion.

As for Shinya Kobayashi, although he looked tired, his eyes were full of energy.

He floated to Ivan's side and spoke.

"Mr. Ivan, may I speak with someone on the ground?"

"Of course, I have a terrible headache. You teach them how to use the radio and ask them about the situation on the ground while you're at it."

Ivan patted Kobayashi Shinya on the shoulder, then stepped back to Charlie's side and looked at the data Charlie was verifying.

At the same time, Shinya Kobayashi took the walkie-talkie and said to old Bert with a hint of excitement.

"Mr. Albert, hello, this is Shinya Kobayashi. Is it convenient for us to talk?"

"Huh? Fuck, you're really polite, that sounds weird."

This was the first time Old Bert had spoken to Kobayashi, and the Japanese-style politeness made him purse his lips in discomfort.

As for why I'm not used to it, it's because when they're not in front of me, it's hard to vent my anger.

After receiving a response from Old Porter, Kobayashi pursed his lips expectantly and then said.

“Mr. Albert, we are short on time, so please allow me to get straight to the point.”

"Regarding the information Mr. Gavin provided us at noon concerning the humic aggregates, Mr. Richard and I have compiled it and reached a basic conclusion."

"Of course, this conclusion is just speculation, because we have not seen its physical form."

"In short, please listen carefully to my explanation and take notes so that we can provide intelligence support when Mr. Gavin returns from his mission."

"Ok!"

Hearing this, old Bert finally took it seriously. He took out paper and pen and prepared to take notes.

Meanwhile, Naoya Kobayashi continued his narration.

"Given that the underground mycelium in Richardstown has formed a network, we must first clarify a definition, Mr. Albert: that is... the mycelium is a whole!"

"That's right. Although the zombies that move on the surface are individual entities, the underground mycelium that uses zombies as a culture medium and a means of spore transmission must have only one fused mycelium in a community!"

"Previously, Mr. Gavin had discussed with us the intriguing topic of classifying zombie groups."

"But once we know for sure that the zombie virus originated from fungal spores, then the zombies obviously no longer have a community effect, because each mycelium should be an independent life!"

"In this respect, Mr. Gavin can refer to the world's largest living organism, Armillaria ostreatus, located in Oregon."

"It has survived for 2,400 years, reached a size of 9.6 square kilometers, and weighed more than 11,000 tons. And this is just a life miracle unique to fungi in the last 2,400 years."

"On the land where that Armillaria ostreatus grows, every cubic meter of soil contains 150 kilometers of mycelium!"

"Compared to that Armillaria ostreatus, even the zombie fungal hyphae in Richard Town are far inferior!"

"Therefore, when facing the zombie horde stationed in the town, Mr. Gavin should not have seen the zombies as a group of enemies, but rather as just one enemy!"

At this point, Kobayashi Naoya couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

He desperately wanted to return to Earth, because he longed to witness this miracle of life with his own eyes!
Meanwhile, in the manor, listening to Kobayashi Naoya's words...

Old Bert narrowed his old eyes suspiciously and asked.

"You mean that Gavin's definition of the Howlers and the Stayers is flawed? They are not based on the ant colony effect, with a division of labor within the group, but rather like cells in a living organism, with a division of labor based on the existence of underground mycelium as an independent life form?"

"So, the Aggregator is also part of the underground microbiome; it's not a special individual, right?"

"That's right!"

Hearing Old Bert's words, Kobayashi nodded in satisfaction.

He continued explaining to old Bert.

"However, there are still differences between aggregates and resident organisms. I personally believe that the existence of aggregates is more conducive to increasing the speed of fungal mycelial expansion underground."

"The dense, visible mycelium that Gavin described to me, which even extends beyond the surface, couldn't have grown in just a day or two. I can only conclude that the presence of aggregates accelerated this process!"

"However, the key question is, what role do the aggregates play in the process of promoting the growth rate of underground mycelia?"

"Whether it exists in a sustenance manner or in a symbiotic relationship is very crucial."

"For example, Richard and I are currently unsure whether the presence of zombies, especially aggregates, is more like soil or trees for fungal mycelia!"

"Mr. Albert will probably find this example easier to understand!"

“Fungal hyphae obtain nutrients from the soil, but while covering the soil, the hyphae and mycelial cords do not destroy the soil; this is considered symbiosis and dependence.”

"As for the process by which fungal mycelia destroy trees and then decompose dead wood to absorb nutrients, this is absorption, and absorption will have a destructive effect on the one being absorbed!"

"If zombies act as trees to locate underground mycelia, then they are like petri dishes."

"Then I'm afraid there's no need for Jia Wenjun to deal with it specially. For zombies like the resident zombies and the aggregates that have already formed a chain with the underground microbial community, it may not be long before they are gradually absorbed and disintegrated by the mycelium, until they decay and perish."

"But what if zombies only serve as a culture medium, or at the same time serve to spread zombie fungal spores in more diverse ways?"

"Although the aggregate will not become a so-called tyrant or titan like in movies and games, its soft and fragile surface is destined to become less rotten and less susceptible to contamination by external elements due to the continuous growth and spread of fungi, and at the same time, some new changes will occur."

"In other words, the best outcome for the aggregate is that its flesh and blood are completely devoured by the underground mycelium, resulting in the expansion of the underground fungal community, while the aggregate itself will turn into a large mushroom, which is not only harmless, but perhaps also delicious..."

"Okay, that's a bit ridiculous, and I don't recommend eating the mushrooms that might grow on zombies in the future, because those mushrooms are at least quite hallucinogenic."

"However, underground mycelium has proven its ability to integrate the flesh and blood of zombies to promote the formation of aggregates."

"In other words, if the underground fungal flora only uses and absorbs zombies, then there is absolutely no need for it to develop the characteristic that makes the zombie's flesh and blood still have considerable vitality."

"Just as mushrooms only cause trees to decay, but do not make them immortal."

"So, since the zombies have already started moving, and the fungus itself is maintaining the zombies' activity, their relationship is destined to be nothing more than symbiosis."

“As for symbiosis… Mr. Albert, even Richard and I cannot judge this phenomenon that breaks the norms of life. We have no idea what the zombies will become.”

As he said this, Kobayashi Naoya's tone was full of worry, but his expression became increasingly excited.

He continued speaking to Albert with great excitement.

"After all, fungi are life forms that are countless times older than humans, and fungi in nature have countless unique characteristics."

"For example, the phenomenon of fungi manipulating human bodies to become zombies is very similar to the phenomenon of fungi manipulating insects that is common in the world."

"Regarding this, there is an ancient medicinal herb in the Eastern Kingdom, or rather, a unique life form that can also illustrate this point."

"That life form is called Cordyceps sinensis. It is a phenomenon in which fungi manipulate larvae to climb to high places and actively seek death, so as to provide a living environment for the fungi."

"In addition, different fungal communities possess extremely strong compatibility and variability. They have a mutation rate more than ten thousand times that of mammals and the highest adaptation rate of all organisms!"

"After being exposed to radiation, the Chernobyl fungus quickly mutated to have the ability to absorb radiation and produce melanin, using radiation as one of its energy sources."

"And the vacuum environment cannot destroy fungi at present, because there is still a fungus outside our International Space Station that survives in the vacuum environment. It was dead for a full 530 days, and then revived itself after 530 days, redefining the vitality of fungi!"

"In addition, since fungi are the source of the zombie virus, the situation of the unified outbreak of the zombie virus can be basically understood."

"Because fungi themselves have communication capabilities, some pathogens can parasitize through spores, steal information from the parasitic organism, and use mycorrhizae as information processors to transmit signals. When the parasitic organism is in a suitable condition, they can decisively issue stress commands and activate virulence genes in advance to complete the spread."

"Furthermore, some fungi are also sprayable, and I really don't want this spraying ability to appear among zombies, otherwise our future would be even more dangerous!"

"And the points mentioned above are not the most destructive to humans when fungi decide to become enemies with them."

"Because the most fundamental ability of fungi is their ubiquitous corrosiveness."

"Fungi can corrode trees, rocks, metals, and even plastics, at a rate many times faster than natural degradation!"

"In other words, given that the zombie fungus is destined to spread on a large scale, all the buildings left behind by human civilization will be corrupted by it at an extraordinary speed."

"Although the aforementioned numerous abilities have always appeared in numerous different types of fungi."

"But don't forget, fungi have the strongest ability to integrate and mutate at a rate ten thousand times faster!"

"When different strains and hyphae come into contact and fuse, they can fuse and give rise to new characteristics without the need for meiosis."

"For example, drug-resistant botrytis cinerea is a fungus that mutates and becomes drug-resistant overnight when it responds to fungicides."

"In the past, what has plagued fungi and prevented them from undergoing large-scale mutations is the lack of a truly global, powerful species that can serve as a perfect central hub."

"But now, zombie fungus has emerged out of nowhere. Wherever there are humans, the hyphae are destined to spread and come into contact with other fungi, eventually mutating and merging."

"The aggregates did indeed produce mycelia, but even if they weren't aggregates, any zombie corpse should have the ability to produce its own microbiome. The microbiome they produce would then continue to expand, come into contact with, and merge underground."

"The reason why aggregates can act is because their flesh and blood still contain an undamaged brain. After all, although fungi are strong, the brain signals that determine advanced actions cannot be simulated or generated by fungi on their own."

"Even if the aggregates are removed, the fungus continues to spread with the existence of every zombie in the world."

"I think they will eventually reach a point where they cover the entire globe, because fungal invasion is ubiquitous, just like how every apple will rot if left out for too long. That's the effect of fungi; they are everywhere!"

At this point, Naoya Kobayashi took a long breath.

Behind him, Charlie Duke couldn't help but curse at Kobayashi.

"Hey, Kobayashi, aren't you afraid of discouraging them by saying so much?"

Hearing Charlie's words, Kobayashi was slightly taken aback, then quickly smiled at Charlie Duke.

“Mr. Charlie, if humanity is so easily driven to despair.”

"Our ancestors huddled in caves, trying to ward off the bitter cold, guard against wild beasts, fear the unpredictable weather, pray for protection from disease, and gaze into the darkness where there is no fire or light..."

"If we give up so easily, our ancestors would have been too desperate to give birth to us and allow us to thrive to this day!"

"After all, any terror that we can understand is far less terrifying than the terror brought by the unknown."

“Our ancestors did not understand what fungi were, nor did they understand why they died and rotted, and their average lifespan was rarely even twenty years.”

"But it was those ancestors who evolved into who we are today, and we, my friends, who are now, are the ancestors of all future generations!"

"We are the newest source of humanity in countless future eras!"

"We are humanity's hope, the light of the apocalypse, and the protagonists of countless future eras!"

"We are the main characters!!!"

At this point, Naoya Kobayashi's expression became uncontrollably excited.

Seeing Kobayashi's state, Charlie couldn't help but exchange a glance with Ivan.

After glancing at it, Charlie pursed his lips towards the warehouse door, while Ivan nodded in agreement, then floated over and grabbed Kobayashi's shoulder.

"Xiaolin, you've been under too much pressure these past few days! Look at how much of a chuunibyou you've become!"

"Come with me, I need to take you to see that mathematician Edwin. He also has a degree in psychology and is a devout Christian. You'll need him to give you some psychological counseling!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ivan grabbed Kobayashi by the shoulder and dragged him toward other cabins.

Kobayashi looked at Ivan with a bewildered expression, asking questions as he floated along.

"Am I really in trouble? But I don't feel anything. Could you have misjudged me? I still have work to do..."

Seeing that Kobayashi was unwillingly taken away by Ivan, Charlie Duke shook his head helplessly, then picked up the walkie-talkie and spoke to the long-silent old Bert.

"Albert, what's wrong? Are you too scared to speak because of Kobayashi?"

"Ha, how could that be? I'm just... just worried about the future of humanity. After all, I never thought we faced so many difficulties before."

Old Bert answered, then rubbed his hair with a wry smile.

Looking at what he had written on the paper, especially at Kobayashi's speculations about the many directions of fungal mutation.

At that moment, old Bert felt that he might as well have become a zombie.

Anyway, it's only uncomfortable for a moment, and the pain will be gone in a few seconds. It's even more comfortable than euthanasia.

Hearing Robert's answer, Charlie nodded knowingly, and then smiled at Robert.

“Albert, this isn’t like you at all. Your voice sounds like that of a tough guy.”

"Besides, Kobayashi Shinya's words are like every scientist's preference for stating the worst possible outcome."

"The essence of those statements is no different from global warming, ozone layer depletion, glacial melting, or nuclear threats. They seem similar, but they are actually very far away."

"Remember this, old Bert, while zombies are indeed our enemy, fungi may not always be on our side!"

"Don't forget, you also have spores inside you. You are currently filled with fungi as well. We are part of the fungi ourselves. What we need to do in the future is simply to find a new place and identity for humanity in this new environment!"

At this point, Charlie rubbed his tired face and then gave a hearty smile.

It is not human beings to back down easily. Throughout history, the human race has never lacked those who back down, but racism has always continued to advance.

As for old Bert...

Hearing Charlie's words, he took a deep breath and then nodded slightly.

“You’re right, my friend, we always find a new place in a new environment.”

"And I also have Gavin to help me. He's a good kid. God, without him, I don't even know if I would be alive today. After all, I lost so much that night!"

"When you come back, you'll meet Gavin. He might not be as smart as you, but he'll definitely be someone every smart person would adore."

"Believe me, guys, everyone on the ground is waiting for your return. Just as we won't give up struggling to survive in this apocalypse, you guys have to land safely, okay?"

At this point, old Bert couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

For the past two days, he had been the one communicating with the astronauts, and he genuinely liked those intelligent and courageous guys. Listening to old Bert's words, Charlie nodded emphatically.

"Of course!"

He spoke to old Bert with a firm tone.

"In the past few days, our calculations have yielded the first result, but this result can only be used as a reference."

"Data shows that our first window to attempt to undo our space station is 79 days from now. At least the weather forecast reports backed up in advance on the International Space Station show that that day is absolutely the most suitable day."

"The exact time is around 4:20 a.m. Dallas time. Of course, this time is not exact and is just a reference."

"But as a gift, this good news is enough. I can't wait to give Gavin something to wish him happiness and also to remind him to get more rest, Albert."

"No problem, Charlie, I'll tell him what you said, and you can continue talking tonight. He'll be back by 6 PM at the latest."

With that, Robert Bart concluded yet another conversation with the astronauts.

The information left by the astronauts during this conversation became crucial due to the emergence of the aggregate.

After ending the call, old Bert couldn't help but read his notes more than a dozen times before solemnly putting them aside to hand to Gavin when he returned.

at the same time……

Boom boom boom!
"come in!"

The sudden knocking interrupted old Bert's thoughts.

A moment later, the door opened, and Bella rushed in carrying two pages of paper.

Bella said as she placed the papers in front of old Bert.

"I studied finance, not literature, so I don't know how well I write, but I assure you I could never write a better slogan."

"What are you planning to do? Just read it directly, or do you want to make it a bit more masculine?"

After saying that, Bella casually sat down in the chair next to old Bert.

Old Bert took the promotional text and responded to Bella as he read it.

"A tougher, more masculine voice? Don't be ridiculous. Do you really think the survivors wandering the streets need a tough guy's voice?"

“I guess they need to hear a few women’s voices to help them out more than my voice.”

"Unfortunately, my back isn't healed yet, so this job will have to fall to me for the time being. Once I recover, this old man will go back to blacksmithing!"

"As for you, Bella, are you ready to switch from financial management to broadcasting and hosting?"

"Ha, I was ready all along!"

Bella immediately smiled and nodded, then stood up, patted old Bert on the shoulder, and laughed.

"No matter how much I prepare, that's for later. You stay here by yourself. I'm going to get the road signs and flyers now."

"I got the printer connected to the computer, so I added a lot of content to the new flyers, including a simple map of central Texas and a photo of Gavin chewing on barbecue for lunch."

"I don't think that's enough. Maybe I can write a few jokes on it. If the survivors aren't drawn to our manor and Boss Gavin, they might be drawn to the jokes instead."

"Oh? A joke?"

Upon hearing Bella's words, old Bert paused for a moment, then immediately spoke up.

"Bella, if you want to print a joke on a flyer, why not print Abel's picture? After all, his basket is the biggest joke I've seen in years, hahaha!"

"Pfft!"

Bella, who was about to leave, suddenly stopped, then burst into uncontrollable laughter, giving old Bert the middle finger as she laughed.

Old Bert stuck out his tongue like Einstein, then waved to Bella.

"Bella."

Just listen to what he said.

"After you go out, find a radio and take it with you. Search for our radio channel. If you can hear me, then let me know through the walkie-talkie."

"no problem."

Bella waved her hand, then left the broadcasting room and went to the warehouse to find a radio.

They found several radios when the logistics staff were sorting through the supplies in the old manor.

Seeing Bella leave, old Bert turned around, put his notes aside, picked up Bella's manuscript, and began to narrate slowly and steadily.

Meanwhile, in a warehouse at a Walmart superstore in Marin, a suburb of Marin, in central Texas.

Amidst countless scattered packaging boxes, a young man who looked only eighteen or nineteen years old lay on a makeshift bed surrounded by countless clothes, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Beside him were more than twenty radios that had just been unpacked, each connected to a different frequency, but all that came out of them was static.

Listening to the countless noises, the young man exhaled with a ferocious expression, then sat up and vigorously rubbed his messy hair.

Then, he stood up, picked up an empty beverage bottle, and filled it more than halfway by holding it to his water spout.

Having solved the drainage problem, the young man expressionlessly sealed the bottle and tossed it into the distance.

He then returned to the group of dozens of radios, picked up one of them, and began to repeatedly adjust the walkie-talkie's channel.

He's been doing something similar for a whole week now!

That's right, he's been in this warehouse for the past week because he's been locked inside!

He is Sean Wright, a night shift clerk at Walmart in Marin.

Of course, in theory, sales clerks shouldn't be in Walmart warehouses.

Even if he is a night salesman, his working hours are only until 11 p.m., because Walmart in Marin City only stays open until 11 p.m.

The reason he was in the warehouse was because he had recently encountered a minor life crisis.

In America, for an ordinary young man like him who isn't particularly good at studying, it's inevitable to do something extraordinary if he wants to get rich.

However, he was not good at forming cults, nor did he have the guts to break the law.

So, in order to make money, he set his sights on container auctions.

Although there are no container auctions in Marin, Marin is not located by the sea.

But there are container auctions in Houston.

Since graduating from high school, Sean has participated in more than 80 container auctions in Houston over the past two and a half years.

Of course, in most auctions, he was just learning from experience, since the price of a container auction often reaches more than ten thousand US dollars.

With his meager savings, he would need to max out his credit card even to bid on a single container, so he had never made a move before.

Until last month, after he felt he had two and a half years of learning experience and was qualified to enter the industry, he finally found the container that he liked!
The container came from Shenzhen, Dongguo, and once it was opened, all that could be seen were unmarked boxes.

The only clue in the entire container was a picture printed on a box on the edge.

That picture is of a Leica camera lens...

After seeing the pictures of the camera, Sean was intrigued because he had seen news about Shenzhen online and knew it was a place that produced a lot of electronic products!

So Sean resolutely emptied his credit card and, amidst countless bids, won the high-value container that could potentially contain many camera lenses for $13,000.

But to his utter surprise, the container didn't contain camera lenses at all, but rather coffee cups shaped like camera lenses!

The other boxes inside the container contained many small toys from Shenzhen—real toys, and even simulated toy bombs…

So, Sean, a newcomer to the industry, finally paid his tuition, losing at least 11,000 US dollars and even his rent money...

This time, he really suffered because he didn't know Chinese, because right below the picture of that camera lens, there were three eye-catching Chinese characters: "coffee cup"!

God knows how devastated Sean was when he found out the meaning of those three damn words online.

With just one mistake, he lost all the spare change he had saved up over six months, incurred an additional credit card debt of eight thousand yuan, and couldn't even afford to pay for his own house.

And so, homeless Sean bribed his colleague, the warehouse manager of the Walmart supermarket in Marin, with three dinners.

The manager offered him a place to stay in Walmart's warehouse after he finished get off work at 11 p.m. for three dollars a day.

The manager wasn't worried about others finding out, because he would lock the door for Sean and then open the warehouse to wake him up when he went to work in the morning.

And so, Sean lived in the warehouse for a whole month until the zombie apocalypse broke out.

Normally, around seven o'clock in the morning, the warehouse manager would open the door for him and wake him up.

Therefore, Sean usually doesn't even bother setting an alarm clock. Since he doesn't have any other part-time jobs, it doesn't matter how late he sleeps. If no one wakes him up, he can sleep a little longer.
In short, Sean slept until 10 a.m.

When he got up and habitually took out his phone to search for information, his world collapsed.

Because he couldn't contact anyone!
His phone also completely lost internet access!

No one opened the warehouse door for him, and he couldn't even get out of the warehouse!
However, Sean didn't feel like the sky was falling at that time, since he was sleeping in the warehouse and someone would come to inspect it eventually.

So Sean waited and waited, for seven days in a row...

There's not a single hair on it!

Aside from the warehouse full of supplies, Sean didn't see a single person, and the warehouse's power had been completely cut off four days ago, so he couldn't even turn on the lights.

Sean had no choice but to reach into the warehouse full of goods.

He found batteries and a flashlight to light his way, water and food to feed himself, and various clothes to try on, trying to find some amusement for himself.

He even found countless radios, hoping to receive even the slightest bit of news from the outside world.

He just wanted to know what was wrong with this world!
As for now...

Although only seven days have passed, Sean feels like he's going crazy.

He was like a forgotten man, abandoned by the whole world in a dark underground warehouse.

Sometimes he even felt that he might have died long ago, and that he was now just his soul, so others couldn't see him, and he couldn't see others either.
Otherwise, how come no one comes to check the warehouse of such a large Walmart supermarket?

What the hell was that damn warehouse manager doing? He might as well have been hit by a car and killed!

otherwise……

Sean secretly vowed that if he could ever get out of this warehouse, he would drive a heavy truck and give the warehouse manager a good beating!
Even though the warehouse manager had died unexpectedly, he vowed to dig up the manager's body and then run it over again in a big truck!
No, press it twice!
"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Thinking of this, Sean shouted wildly and then collapsed onto the makeshift bed.

He then found some clothes nearby and covered himself up completely.

In February, the warehouse's air conditioning stopped working due to a power outage, and it was really too cold if we didn't find something to cover ourselves with!

But just as he was enjoying the rare warmth while clutching countless clothes, he was also forced to endure boundless loneliness and despair...

"Sizzle... Please be very careful... sizzle..."

"Ok?"

From the radio he had been idly fiddling with, a slightly aged voice finally came through.

"Fake!"

The moment he heard the sound, Sean abruptly threw off his clothes, sat up on the bed, and picked up the radio in disbelief.

"Where the hell did I just go? Damn it!"

While carefully adjusting the channel, Sean swallowed hard.

"Don't let it be an illusion, don't let it be an illusion..."

After a moment, accompanied by his quiet prayers, the voice finally came through the radio.

“The interaction between the resident and the howler cannot be broken by external recordings. The recording of the howler can only have a temporary effect, and then it will be covered by the howler’s own voice.”

"What the hell is this thing?"

Upon hearing those words, Sean narrowed his eyes in confusion.

What's that being said on the radio?

He couldn't understand it at all!
For a moment, Sean even considered smashing the walkie-talkie!

However, he couldn't bear to part with it, since apart from the short films stored on his phone, this radio was the only sound he had heard in the past seven days!
So even though he couldn't understand it, Sean tried his best to listen to what was on the radio.

Gradually, Sean figured it out.

This radio station was originally a radio station for zombie enthusiasts.

After figuring it out, Sean simply started listening to the radio for fun, since it was all just a way to kill time anyway.

And so, he listened to the entire zombie survival manual in a daze.

Just when he thought the radio show was about to end, suddenly, old Bert began in a humorous tone to entice the survivors to Gavin's survival camp!

Sean was even more confused. What did it mean that Gavin was still alive? What did it mean that there were still a few survivors in the camp? What did it mean that they had to avoid towns on the way here?

What does this mean?!
Soon, the promotional slogan was finished, and old Bert began to repeat Gavin's zombie survival manual.

This time, Sean listened to it from the beginning, and this time, Sean finally understood it!
Because the beginning of Gavin's zombie survival guide is written entirely from Gavin's own perspective, recording his and Madison's experience and the whole process of escaping from the party!
Sean became completely numb. He lay sprawled on the bed, letting the cold air assault his body.

But in his mind, only one voice kept echoing, and that was...

It's the end of the world!
For a moment, Sean even felt like dying.

If the world really does end, then he will never see anyone come to open the door for him again!

Thinking of this, Sean suddenly couldn't help but look at the radio again.

and many more……

Gavin Camp!

He was trapped inside the warehouse and had virtually no way to open the door from the inside, so he could only wait for someone to rescue him.

So the question is, what exactly should I do to get in touch with Camp Gavin?

At this moment, Sean never expected that Gavin, this basketball player, would become his only hope.

As for Gavin, whom he was counting on...

At that moment, Gavin was looking at the distant oil field through his binoculars. After briefly analyzing the distribution of the various buildings in the oil field, he spoke to Nikita and Martin.

"You two stay here. I'll go scout ahead. I've roughly confirmed the location of the oil field warehouse, but whether the liquid carbon dioxide will be there depends on our luck."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin opened the car door and got out.

He said this to Martin as they walked toward the oil field.

"Martin, Nikita can't drive, so you go to the driver's seat."

"Once I'm chased by zombies, they definitely can't keep up with my speed. You just need to wait in the car for me to leave together."

After saying that, Gavin immediately took action, not worried that Martin would drive the car away on his own.

Besides, guess why he kept Nikita around?

(End of this chapter)