Doomsday America

Chapter 158 Let's Have Some Music (10k)

After speaking with Susan and the other two, Gavin waved for them to leave.

Once they were out of sight, Gavin turned around, spread his hands at Thomas, and said with a smile.

“Did you hear that, Thomas? Miss Susan has her own career plans.”

"Yes, sir, Miss Susan is surprisingly well-behaved."

Thomas couldn't help but smile at Gavin.

Thomas had originally expected that Susan would act like a scoundrel or make a scene with Gavin.

Instead of being unreasonable, Susan clearly stated her attitude towards life.

This made Thomas appreciate Susan a little bit. Although Susan was lazy, she was fine as long as she followed the rules.

The camp isn't afraid of having a few lazybones; the camp is only afraid of having one rule-breaker after another.

Laziness is certainly despicable, but breaking the rules is the real problem.

Thinking of this, Gavin chuckled and tapped the table.

"Alright, let's leave Susan's problem at that. If she really can't survive, she'll find a way herself. The important thing is to let everyone in the camp see the punishment Susan faces."

"Besides Susan's matter, Thomas, is there anything else this morning?"

Gavin pressed Thomas for an answer, and Thomas, after a moment's thought, whispered to Gavin.

“Indeed, there is one more thing, sir. Old Bert seems to think there is a problem with the astronauts on the space station.”

"Hey……"

Upon hearing this, Gavin couldn't help but sigh.

"The last thing I want to hear is that those respectable guys are in trouble. Thomas, tell the guys who were with me this morning to take a break until 2:30. I'm going to sit in the broadcasting room for a while."

After saying this, Gavin ruffled Winnie's hair one last time, then kissed Nikita goodbye.

He left the restaurant and headed straight for the broadcasting room.

Seeing Gavin arrive, old Bert raised his hand and beckoned to Gavin, saying...

"Gavin, I heard you brought back a professional DJ, so does that mean I can finally get rid of this damn seat?"

"Huh? Old buddy, I thought you liked the broadcasting room, turns out you don't actually like it here?"

Gavin chuckled and asked, then sat down next to old Bert, glanced at the radio station playing a recording, patted the radio connecting the astronauts, and continued to ask.

"Also, how long will it take before we can get back in touch with the astronauts?"

"It won't be long, about thirty minutes, which is just the right time for you to sit here with this old ghost for a while."

Old Bert answered Gavin's question, then patted his chair, crossed his legs idly, and continued speaking.

"As for whether I'll like the broadcasting room, ha, are you kidding me? How could I possibly love it?"

"I'm not a broadcaster or host, and I don't enjoy being glib. Compared to chatting with guys who are far away, I much prefer dealing with the diseases of cattle and horses and the red-hot iron ingots in the forge!"

At this point, old Bert raised his right arm and made a Popeye gesture.

Gavin patted old Bert on the shoulder understandingly.

"You've really had a tough time lately, old buddy."

"Stop being so sentimental, kid. Sentimentality isn't in Texas. What we need are tough guys on the front lines, the kind of optimistic tough guys who, even if the world collapses and there's nowhere to hide, can still smile and tell everyone that we can finally die together!"

As he spoke, old Bert grabbed Gavin's wrist and clenched his fist.

After realizing that Gavin's fist was much larger than his palm, old Bert grinned and released Gavin.

Gavin, listening to old Bert's words, nodded and chuckled softly.

"Yeah, tough guy, I'm so glad I'm still in line with everyone's goals, but then again, you probably can't handle an iron ingot in your current state, can you?"

“Indeed, I am not capable of blacksmithing right now, but that doesn’t mean I can’t instruct others. The new guy named Manus is quite good. A blacksmith’s personality should be a bit fiery, and if he were a bit foolish, that would be even better, as it would make it easier for him to calm down.”

As old Bert answered, a mischievous smile appeared on his face.

He just kept smiling mischievously as he continued talking to Gavin.

"So you see, Manus was born to be an excellent blacksmith. Although he may not reach the level of a master, he will at least be an excellent laborer."

“I plan to pass on the skills I know to him, and I think it’s necessary for us to bring all the forging tools from my house over, especially my forge.”

“Those things aren’t easy to move. You’ll probably need a forklift to get there. I’ve been thinking, there should be a lot of forklifts at the plantation.”

"Once you and your men bring back what I asked for, I can take Manus with me and make some gadgets for the guys in the camp."

At this point, old Bert tapped his thigh with his fingers, pondering what he should build.

Gavin, meanwhile, went through what old Bert had said in his mind, and estimated the distance and approximate time.

After a moment, old Bert nodded knowingly and continued speaking to Gavin.

“I’ve got it. You’re lacking some light equipment that you can use to fight zombies head-on, especially light chainmail for the shoulders and neck, and light arm armor for the forearms and upper arms.”

"These chainmail and arm guards don't need to be very heavy, since they're not meant to defend against greatswords and ball-headed maces. They just need to make sure that zombies can't bite through those parts!"

"We don't need to worry too much about our body defenses, since you're all generally wearing bulletproof vests. Those things can protect against not only zombies but also people."

"So all I need to prepare are the parts that the bulletproof vest can't protect."

At this point, old Bert raised his hand and gestured to himself, focusing on moving his hand back and forth around his elbow.

A moment later, old Bert said with a smile.

"It seems that what I need to do is not difficult. Each of you will be equipped with a hooded chainmail shoulder guard to protect your neck and shoulders. In addition, there will be arm armor for your forearms and upper arms, as well as spherical iron elbow guards to protect your elbows. That should be enough."

“Aside from your upper body, it’s difficult to protect your legs, but adding a few pieces of leather to your pants is much simpler than making leg armor.”

"The reason I'm equipping your upper bodies with armor is because it will allow you to make more aggressive choices when facing zombies, giving you the confidence to engage in close combat with stray zombies."

"But I'd better not mess with your legs, because I just want you guys to run a little faster~"

As soon as he finished speaking, old Bert clapped his hands with a smile, seemingly pleased that he had found the right approach.

As for Gavin, after a brief moment of thought, he spoke to old Bert.

"By the way, old Bert, besides armor, we might also need a service to customize melee weapons."

"For example, a jackhammer or a one-handed sword is not enough for me. I need two two-handed greatswords that fit my body size. Only those things are suitable for me to wreak havoc in the zombie horde."

"If I were equipped with a full set of armor and given two two-handed swords, I think I could even face about thirty zombies at the same time!"

"Ah, yes, yes!"

Upon hearing Gavin's words, old Bert quickly nodded and echoed Gavin's statement.

“You’re right. If a war really breaks out, then custom-made weapons are definitely more handy. I won’t refuse this job.”

"However, I don't quite trust Manus's craftsmanship yet, so after I recover, I'll personally forge a weapon for you. Trust me, I'll adjust the sword's center of gravity to be most suitable for your use. I have that ability."

Old Bert proudly raised his thumb, and Gavin nodded in agreement.

The two then engaged in a discussion for some time regarding various types of armor and weapons.

They chatted until it was almost time, then the two connected via broadcast and began calling the International Space Station.

A moment later, the International Space Station's voice came through, and Naoya Kobayashi's signature Japanese voice was the first to come out of the radio.

"Private Marseille, Mr. Li, Mr. Albert, we encountered a small problem on our end and had to interrupt our call. We apologize."

As soon as the call connected, Kobayashi launched into a standard Japanese monologue...

Oh, it's a Japanese-style apology.

In short, inside the space station, Kobayashi Naoya apologized while rubbing his hair.

On the ground, after hearing Kobayashi Naoya's words, Gavin remained silent for a moment before speaking to Kobayashi.

"Kobayashi, this is Gavin."

"Hello, Gavin. It seems you've made time for us, or perhaps the unusual events happening on our end have put you on alert."

"If it's the latter, I'm very sorry. In the face of the pressure of the apocalypse, we shouldn't be causing trouble for the survivors, but I'm sorry to have made you laugh. It seems that we can't avoid psychological problems either."

"Or perhaps it is precisely because of our position that we are more prone to mental illness."

"Mental illness?"

Upon hearing Kobayashi Naoya's words, Gavin couldn't help but frown and speak to Kobayashi Naoya.

"I did know about the first time you hung up, but I really don't know what happened. Could you tell us about your problem?"

“There’s nothing we can’t talk about, Gavin. Our psychiatrist has developed a serious mental illness, which is why we had to end our previous calls and get together to try and solve his psychological problems…”

Naoya Kobayashi immediately explained to Gavin.

But Xiaolin's explanation only made things worse, leaving Gavin completely bewildered.

"and many more!"

Gavin asked Kobayashi in surprise.

"Are you sure what you said is correct? What do you mean by 'the psychologist has a mental illness'? What do you mean by 'a group of you getting together to help the psychologist solve his mental problems'?"

At this point, Gavin looked at old Bert with a wry smile, and old Bert also opened his mouth exaggeratedly.

Faced with Gavin's persistent questioning, Naoya Kobayashi seemed to pause for a moment in surprise.

A moment later, Naoya Kobayashi replied wearily.

“That’s right, just like I said, Gavin, our psychiatrist is sick, and very sick.”

“Over the past few days, each of us has sought out a therapist to relieve stress, but we mistakenly overlooked the stress Edwin was also facing, and we also underestimated that opening up to him was also a process of venting our stress on him.”

"Moreover, we never thought Edwin would have this problem in the first place, so by the time we found out, Edwin's condition was already very serious."

“He now frequently experiences auditory and visual hallucinations, talks to another version of himself, talks to famous dead people on Earth, and can even talk to God.”

"Oh, right, he can also cook half a packet of vegetable meal kit into steak. At least when he eats it, it definitely tastes like steak. I'm quite envious of that."

"After Edwin's problems, it's clear that none of us can seek psychological help anymore. From now on, if any problems arise, we'll have to get through them on our own."

"But that's not the worst thing. The worst thing is that Edwin is the best mathematician in our group, and he was involved in all the calculations over the past few days, and he also did our data summary."

"It's understandable that we are now full of doubts about the results we've achieved over the past few days, and recalculating will obviously require us to do much more work."

"Too much work will only exacerbate our psychological stress and mental fatigue. Although I don't like to say anything discouraging, Gavin, perhaps every conversation we have could be our last."

“We may really never be able to go back, we… sigh, I’m starting to feel sentimental too, which is really not a good sign.”

"In any case, we must do our best to accomplish what we can. May I ask where Li Qing, a graduate student, is? Richard and I have a lot of information to discuss with him regarding fungi!"

At this point, Kobayashi Naoya took a weary breath, then decisively began to see the guests off, instructing Gavin to replace him.

Seeing this, Gavin nodded with a wry smile and called Li Qing over the walkie-talkie.

After Li Qing arrived, Gavin told him about the astronauts' situation and then handed the radio to him.

Li Qing was once again immersed in the ocean of knowledge with Kobayashi Naoya and biologist Richard.

Gavin left the broadcasting room with a heavy heart and went to the rooftop.

It was still a bit cold, but Gavin didn't care; the cold wind helped him stay more alert.

Feeling the cold wind blowing across his cheeks, Gavin came to the edge of the rooftop and sat on the rooftop, looking into the distance.

About 170 meters away from him, the blacksmith Manus and the mechanic Wells were welding the last two searchlights.

And Susan...

The girl, wrapped up like a ball, was sitting leisurely not far from Manus, fast asleep...

Gavin was stunned for a moment when he saw Susan's sleeping posture, then shook his head with amusement.

He had to admit that Susan's extremely lazy demeanor actually looked quite relaxing.

Indeed, in the face of a zombie apocalypse that continues every second, everyone is more likely to survive longer in the apocalypse if they keep themselves on high alert.

But humans are not purely machines. When faced with a future that offers almost no hope, the more tense people are, the more likely they are to break down.

On the contrary, lazy people like Susan who live carefree and without a care in the world are less likely to have mental problems.

Thinking of this, Gavin suddenly paused, as if he had grasped something important.

He pondered for a moment, then immediately stood up and strode towards the broadcasting room.

As he walked, he took out a walkie-talkie and spoke to Thomas.

"Thomas, this is Gavin. Bring the new ZT to the broadcasting room right away, and call Winnie over too!"

"Besides that, is there anyone in the camp who sings well? The bar has instruments like guitars and drums; anyone who knows how to use them can bring them to the broadcasting room!"

Just as he finished speaking, Gavin rushed into the broadcasting room.

Meanwhile, Susan, who had been awakened by the intercom, groggily opened her eyes and asked over the intercom.

"Wait, boss, do you want to hear some music? I can play the accordion and violin, and I can also play a little guitar."

"Yes, Gavin, if you wanted to hear a song, you should have said so sooner. I'm Daniel, the only grandma in Baron's team, but I'm a really good singer~"

“I sing pretty well too, boss. I’m Arturo, and I’m currently taking care of Abel. But I mostly sing sailor songs. I was a sailor for a while before I joined the gang.”

As soon as Gavin finished speaking, three replies came through the walkie-talkie.

After hearing their voices and confirming that no more people would step forward, Gavin turned on his walkie-talkie and spoke to them.

"Susan, Daniel, Arturo, go find the instruments right now and bring them to the broadcasting room."

"receive."

"Ok."

"I'll come right away."

As everyone responded, Gavin also came into the broadcasting room.

He raised his hand and pressed it on Li Qing's shoulder, interrupting Li Qing's conversation with Kobayashi Naoya, and spoke into the radio.

"Excuse me, Kobayashi, this is Gavin. I hereby declare your research time for today over!"

"What? Wait a minute? Gavin, what do you mean by 'research time is over'?"

Naoya Kobayashi immediately asked Gavin, who was puzzled. Gavin put his arm around the bewildered Li Qing and replied to Naoya Kobayashi.

"That's exactly what I meant, Kobayashi. We shouldn't be doing research right now. Go and get all of you in front of the radio. Remember, everyone, including your psychologists!"

At this point, Gavin placed his hands on the table, his eyes fixed intently on the radio.

As for Kobayashi Naoya... after hearing Gavin's words, he paused for a moment in confusion, and then said to Gavin helplessly.

“Gavin, I think I understand what you mean. You want us to suspend our academic research and clear our minds to combat psychological stress, right?” “But that’s not advisable, because stress is infinite, but time is finite.”

"If we can't buy time under pressure, then we..."

"Ha, stop talking, Kobayashi, just do as I say!"

At that moment, Gavin interrupted Kobayashi and continued speaking to him.

"Right now, I only want to hear each and every one of your voices, understand? Every single one of you. Don't make me repeat myself a third time. Go and call them, Kobayashi-kun, go and call them!"

"Uh, okay, Gavin, but if I get beaten up, you have to buy me some sushi when we get back to Earth. They've been pretty irritable these past few days, and if I interrupt them, I might really get beaten up..."

Kobayashi said to Gavin with a slightly uneasy expression.

Upon hearing this, Gavin couldn't help but chuckle, then shouted loudly to Kobayashi.

"Of course, I'll treat you to black abalone sushi. I have a huge pile of those in my warehouse, go and call them!"

"OK, I'll do as you say, for the black abalone!"

Kobayashi then cheered up, turned around and went to the other cabins, calling over each astronaut.

The astronauts were really irritated by Kobayashi's shout.

Especially Big Ivan, this Russian guy simply grabbed Kobayashi by the collar and roared at him.

“What are you doing, you little brat? I’m fucking working on our data. Damn it, you know Edwin’s previous calculations were all wrong, right? I have so much to do, I…”

“Uh, Ivan, Gavin sent me. I didn’t want to refuse him, since we’ll need his support to survive back home.”

Kobayashi quickly shifted the blame onto Gavin.

Upon hearing Kobayashi's statement, Ivan remained silent for a moment. Then, he shook his head helplessly.

"Alright, damn it, I want to see what he's up to. Have the zombies on Earth evolved into tyrants? Otherwise, I really can't imagine what he's planning to do by gathering us all together!"

As he spoke, Big Ivan turned and floated back toward the communication bay.

As he arrived, the others had already gathered there and were yelling at Gavin.

Even Charlie Duke, a physicist and mechanician and a fan of Gavin, couldn't help but grip the radio and complain wearily to Gavin.

“Gavin, God, why are you calling us at this hour? We’re in complete chaos, we can’t even manage our own things!”

"This damn space station has basically become our graveyard. We all know it's unlikely that any of us will make it back alive, so let's not waste our time. If we try harder, our chances of survival will be much greater!"

"That's right!"

Beside Charlie, biologist Richard, rubbing his forehead, chimed in with a frustrated expression.

“Gavin, I just took over Edwin’s work from a while ago. Good heavens, my math is only so-so, and the workload is too heavy. If I could, I would rather be working on it 24 hours a day!”

"Didn't we already have Kobayashi accompany you for the exchange? His professionalism is not much worse than mine, and he alone is enough for you!"

At this point, Richard immediately wanted to leave.

But just as he put down the radio, Gavin on the other end spoke to them over the radio.

Would you like to hear a song?

"what!"

Upon hearing Gavin's words, Ivan, who had just arrived, was stunned. He walked to the radio, picked up the microphone, and spoke to Gavin, seemingly bewildered.

"No way, Gavin, you fucking called us over just to hear a song?"

"Otherwise, Ivan, I knew it was you the moment I heard that voice. If you don't want to listen to music, do you want to keep facing countless data points and countless possible dangers until you die?"

In response to Ivan's curses, Gavin retorted with a curse of his own, then seized control of the radio and, under the horrified gazes of Old Bert and Lee Qing, continued to growl at the astronauts.

“You won’t live much longer, we all know that. Even if everything goes smoothly for you, you will not be able to return to the ground intact. So how long do you want to ignore this fact!”

"Don't be silly, Big Ivan. Instead of endlessly working hard and pushing yourself to the limit until the very end of your life, why not listen to some music? Maybe we can even tell a few jokes."

"Those jokes may not be that funny, but they are definitely more interesting than math problems. If today is our last day, especially if it is my last day, then I promise, I would rather listen to a funny piece of music and say goodbye to this world at a time that I know myself, than use all my last strength to fight, only to be met with death!"

"Struggling may be the last resort for the weak to challenge fate, but relaxing is also a way for us to mock fate!"

"No matter what, stop thinking about the data in your heads. We'll sing a song here, and you'll sing a song there too. There's no room for discussion!"

At this point, Gavin didn't even look at what the astronauts were doing; he immediately seized the radio signal and started singing the World Cup theme song.

He doesn't know many songs. Besides Chinese songs, he only knows songs by the Cowboys and a few other sports songs in English.

As for the World Cup theme songs, well, every single one of them is a masterpiece, perfect for uplifting spirits.

And so, whether the astronauts wanted to hear it or not, the tune of the Cup of Life began to play in the communication capsule.

The astronauts eventually fell silent.

Listening to Gavin's energetic singing, Big Ivan remained silent for a moment, then helplessly spread his hands to his companions and asked.

"Guys, are our buddies on the ground going a little crazy too? Gavin doesn't seem to be behaving properly."

"No, the abnormal ones are us, guys. We're the ones who're sick. Gavin is mediating for us, and I believe his methods are effective!"

Nearby, mathematician and psychologist Edwin, unusually assertive, interrupted Ivan.

But as soon as Edwin finished speaking, the astronauts all turned to look at him, and then all rolled their eyes.

"Damn it, something terrible has happened! Gavin's brainwaves have collided with Edwin's schizophrenia!" Ivan exclaimed.

“It seems the mental health issues among the ground crew are quite serious. I suspect Gavin is also experiencing auditory hallucinations!” Richard said worriedly.

“Yes, he might be really seriously injured, but…” Charlie said, glancing at Sergei not far away.

Sergei, the Russian chemist, was smiling and clapping along with Gavin.

"gogogo, oo le oo le oo le, gogogo... Uh, why are you all looking at me? This song is very famous, isn't it? Don't any of you know it?"

At this point, Sergei glanced at the radio with disdain, then continued with amusement.

"His singing is terrible. Gavin is just not cut out to sing. After he finishes, I'm going to give him a Katyusha!"

"Wait, why are you all looking at me like I'm an idiot? You... wow, listen, Gavin's playing the accompaniment!"

Just as Sergei finished speaking, Susan, wrapped up like a ball, walked into the broadcasting room carrying an accordion and shouted at Gavin.

"Boss, does accompanying you and singing count as work? If so, then I won't go begging for food alone tonight!"

"Haha, yes, of course it counts! Accompany me, little girl~"

Gavin laughed as he spoke to Susan, and their conversation, along with the interrupted singing, made the astronauts laugh involuntarily.

As the astronauts laughed, Edwin rubbed his red and bloodshot eyes and spoke to the crowd.

"Did you hear that? The atmosphere on the ground is much better than ours. Their conversations are full of energy, but ours are lifeless."

"Now you understand what Gavin means, right? We need psychological counseling, but every kind of counseling takes time to complete. So if he wants to help us, he has to take up the time we're supposed to spend on important matters!"

"And I think he did the right thing, especially from the perspective of a psychologist, he did the right thing, because the reason I am sad is that I have been watching you all walk down the road to death!"

"The endless work is always accompanied by our constant desire, a desire mixed with our greed for life and our greed for the probability of survival. It is precisely these desires that lead us into dead ends, from which we cannot extricate ourselves!"

"And now, stop thinking about how we should survive. If we were to die today, I don't want to die in front of a piece of paper!"

"Come on, everyone, make way! We're supposed to each sing one song, right? I'm going to sing him a Michael Jackson song in a bit!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Edwin simply took over the radio.

As he sat down, the other astronauts nearby looked at each other, and then Charlie said helplessly to Edwin.

"Edwin, you don't sound like a patient at all!"

"Ha, I'm just mentally ill, not stupid. My logic is fine, yes, my logic is fine!"

Edwin answered while also confirming something else.

Meanwhile, in the ground broadcasting room, ZT and Mrs. Daniel arrived with their guitar and violin respectively.

Behind them, the three pilots even brought over a drum set.

Suddenly, there was a lot more accompaniment, and the voices on the radio gradually became noisy, so noisy that the music was almost inaudible.

But the more this happened, the astronauts couldn't help but feel happier.

They were increasingly moved.

After all, the more voices there are on the ground, the more people are working hard for their situation.

This feeling of being cared for by so many people is almost making them forget the fact that humanity is facing its end!
A moment later, the second "gogogo" started playing.

Ivan couldn't help but swallow hard and spoke to Sergei.

"Sergei, if you want to sing Katyusha, cough cough, I have a harmonica that can accompany you."

"Haha, I even have percussion apps on my phone, I can accompany you!"

Charlie finally found a bit of happiness, so he simply took out his phone, opened the app, and played a few drum notes.

Seeing Charlie gradually become more lively, Edwin took a deep breath, and tears welled up involuntarily.

As he wiped away his tears, he spoke softly to the crowd.

"I took two whole cases of whiskey and martinis with me when I went to heaven. I'll bring them to us right now. We've never even sat down together for a drink yet!"

"That's great, you mental patient, you finally have a new purpose, haha~"

Charlie laughed and put his arm around Edwin's shoulder, pushing him toward Big Ivan, who was leaving to find a harmonica.

Then, after Gavin finished singing "The Cup of Life".

The astronauts also started playing Katyusha's tune in response!
Gavin breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing that it was clearly a human singing Katyusha.

Because he had been hogging the radio, he really didn't know how the astronauts would react to his behavior!
If they don't react, it only proves that he doesn't understand the inner world of scientists, but there's nothing shameful about that. He just wanted to offer the astronauts some emotional support in any way he could.

Although the astronauts are all extremely talented individuals, the situation they are facing is a unique island environment unlike any other in the human world. Compared to a real island, they don't even have a beach to bathe in or seafood to eat until they're sick of it!

In this situation, Gavin could only try to relieve their pressure.

After hearing the astronauts' response, they listened to the radio connecting two different musical instruments and at least one person's singing.

Gavin finally breathed a sigh of relief; his approach seemed to have some effect.

The music played for over forty minutes before finally ending with the radio broadcast.

Seeing that there was no further response from the radio, Gavin let out a long sigh, sat down in his chair, and said with a smile.

"Haha, they're all so stubborn, always clamoring to do research and calculations, but every song they sing responds to us. They actually really like it this way."

"Yeah, boss, and I really love this job, haha. It's amazing that I can help astronauts in space. This kind of job makes me feel like my job as a radio operator has become sacred!"

ZT smiled and said to Gavin, "I'm standing here."

Upon hearing ZT's words, Gavin pondered for a moment, then raised his hand to stop the cheers and music from the others before speaking to ZT.

"By the way, ZT, I'm entrusting you with the camp's broadcasting from now on. In addition to the regular zombie survival guide broadcast, I think you should also add some content like today's to the broadcast!"

"I only just realized that we can't keep reminding a group of people who are already living in the apocalypse, making them constantly think about how dangerous their world is."

"Of course, providing them with survival training is necessary, but in addition to this and promoting our camp, providing them with some forms of entertainment is also essential!"

"A constantly repeated zombie survival manual might certainly save a group of people, but I think that perhaps just a simple piece of music and two or three apocalyptic jokes could also save a group of people."

"After all, it's not just zombies that can kill people; despair can kill us too!"

At this point, Gavin patted ZT on the shoulder, and ZT nodded knowingly.

"No problem, boss. Singing is my forte, but I only know how to rap. If I want to sing other songs, I'll have to find someone to help me. I think the guys today sang pretty well. Can I invite them to the radio station once in a while?"

As ZT spoke, he winked twice at Susan and Grandma Daniel who were not far away.

Responding to ZT's wink, Susan immediately returned a flying kiss, and Mrs. Daniel gave her a thumbs up.

"I may not like black people, but your rap is pretty good, kid!"

The old lady responded to zt in this way.

At this point, approximately twenty minutes had passed.

On the outskirts of Marin City, near a highway exit, in a warehouse of a Walmart hypermarket that was completely deserted.

Listening to the constant stream of voices on the radio, Sean, who had gone bankrupt due to betting on the wrong shipping container and was forced to live in a warehouse, was currently smashing one of the countless radios with a baseball bat!
Boom!

As the radio shattered instantly, Sean gritted his teeth, his face contorted with rage, and cursed at the remaining radio.

"Go to hell! I haven't even seen a single zombie you guys are talking about. What the hell is the point of you guys telling me this?"

"That's right, the world is doomed, and so am I. Don't fucking remind me of that!"

"Damn it, is there anyone who can save me...?"

"Screw it, nobody can save me, I can't save myself either. I shouldn't have believed that bullshit movie. Who said you could definitely climb into a ventilation duct? Screw it, how am I supposed to shove my head into a ventilation duct that's only the size of two fists!"

"I'm hopeless, I'm utterly hopeless, I'd rather die at the hands of zombies!"

As he shouted this, the radio was still playing the zombie survival manual.

Listening to the stories about thunderstorms and the Bloodseekers, Sean felt all his strength drain away.

Suddenly, he changed his previous irritability, lay down next to the radio, and looked up at his head.

Above him, he was using several shelves to pull ropes, suspending a refrigerator aimed at him.

"Fake..."

He cursed at the refrigerator, then rolled half a circle weakly to avoid being hit by it.

"If the refrigerator doesn't kill me instantly, I'll probably suffer for a long time. So what's the best way to die without any pain?"

"I don't even have a gun, damn it, am I supposed to commit seppuku like those samurai in the movies?"

"That would be so stupid, I'd rather go to the medicine section... Wait, do they have sleeping pills here? Maybe I can find some medicine..."

"Ring ring ring ring~ Guys, the zombie survival manual time is officially over. Now the time belongs to me, to Gavin's loyal little fanboy, the pre-apocalyptic global music DJ, Z...T!!!"

Just as Sean was thinking this, suddenly, the voice on the radio changed abruptly!

A frivolous voice that sounded particularly irritating came from the radio!

This change made Sean instinctively widen his eyes, then he looked toward the radio.

While he was engrossed in listening, ZT's voice continued on the radio.

"Besides myself, I've also invited renowned musician Daniel from Camp Gavin and amateur singer Susan Garcia today!"

"So anyone want to request a song? If you want to request a song... sorry, I was just kidding, because we don't receive your requests at all!"

"Haha, anyone starting to feel annoyed? Then come to Gavin's camp and beat me up! But before you do, how about listening to me rap a bit?"

(End of this chapter)