Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.
The military and police steadily cleared out the zombies and expanded the safe zone, while superhumans mingled among the military to adapt to changing circumstances.
Although they are strictly limited to using only Level 3 abilities, Level 3 is sufficient to solve many unexpected problems. Using more is just a matter of how cool it looks.
After all, these are just the lowest level of zombies.
Apart from a handful of manipulators and berserkers, these lowest-level zombies, produced from the lowest-level virus, have grayish-blue skin that cannot form armor. They are slower than humans, slower in movement, and slower in thinking and reaction.
It even caused hair loss.
Many people have already taken photos of zombies online and posted comments about them.
[Seriously? I guessed there might be zombies in the apocalypse, and I was even wondering if it was possible to become a zombie painlessly. Why are they so ugly?]
Indeed, zombies aren't exactly attractive.
The early zombies were ugly and weak. Even in the later stages, those zombies were at most called handsome, but more terrifying. No one said they were good-looking.
[I thought my hair was already thinning enough from staying up all night working on projects, but zombies are even balder... Smear, Mama-chan, and Watermelon will never say they want to be zombies again. (bows.jpg)]
[Some people, even at this point, when the country is busy and at work, are still making jokes about other countries. Do they even know what it means to betray one's country?]
[...Upstairs, first of all, don't get worked up, I was just joking. Secondly...didn't you see the news? Our neighbor's house is almost submerged; in a couple of days, I'll be calling it "remembering history."]
The forum fell silent for a moment, then everyone quickly started posting, with replies piling up one after another, and the atmosphere was still relatively harmonious.
After all, every household is now gathered together following the government's instructions, there is enough food, and the government has issued a notice that supplies will be distributed to every household in three days, so they have nothing to worry about.
A group of people in police uniforms just came in and took my daughter away. Does anyone know what happened? I'm really scared.
A post has caught everyone's attention.
Response: [There's only one explanation for her being taken away: your daughter has become a zombie, and she needs to be removed for the safety of the public.]
The poster quickly replied: "My daughter couldn't possibly have turned into a zombie. She's just feeling a little unwell and will be fine after a rest. Don't talk nonsense."
Response: [The government has specialized equipment to conduct the tests; the equipment cannot malfunction. Anyone detected as having undergone reanimation must be taken away immediately.]
The poster became even angrier: "So, you're saying my daughter has been killed? By what right? If the country has the ability to control the situation, doesn't it also have the ability to develop a vaccine? Maybe they'll develop a vaccine soon. Why were they taken away from my daughter? Why is my daughter a sacrifice?!"
Respondent: [...]
Seeing that the other party had used a string of ellipses, the poster assumed they were being cowardly and became even more arrogant: "I've seen movies, and in the end, there's always a vaccine. Now they'd rather kill us than research a vaccine first?"
Respondent: [...]
Someone couldn't stand it anymore and commented below: "OP, don't you want to see who replied to you? Are you really going to stick your neck out and use your ultimate move?"
At this moment, all the onlookers stared intently, their eyes widening in disbelief. Above the portrait hung a large golden sign—[Apocalypse Intelligence Bureau].
The next second, the poster's profile picture turned gray, the post was taken down and could no longer be found, and there was no response from anyone who tried to contact the poster privately.
Everyone: "..."
Dad's here!
Soon, accounts on various platforms using the name "Apocalypse Intelligence Bureau" began issuing notices about superhumans and zombies.
The reason I said that only zombies could be taken away is because people with superpowers would not be taken away.
Police officers will come to their homes and have them sign an agreement to go to war on the spot. They will be given time to say goodbye to their loved ones, or they can choose to voluntarily give up the agreement, relinquish their superpowers, and become ordinary people.
While giving up superpowers and becoming an ordinary person does require being taken away for a minor surgery, this is explained to the family beforehand, and all the arrangements are finalized on the spot. There is no such thing as being taken away for no reason.
Only zombies are pushed in and taken away directly; severe cases are killed on the spot. This is mainly to prevent ordinary people from being traumatized.
Network communication is working normally, but living space has been compressed. Some people don't even have a clear feeling about the end of the world, as if meteorites and asteroids are just a dream.
Soon, the Doomsday Intelligence Bureau pinned a notification to the top of its chat list.
[Please stay home and check your doors and windows. Avoid injuries as much as possible. Test strips will be distributed within three days. Blood and saliva samples can be used to detect whether a person is infected with the virus. Two days later, each person will receive two treatment doses. If an injury results in infection with the zombie virus, injecting and cutting off the infected area within one minute can stop the spread of the virus.]
A cold wave is expected from October to December. Starting today, the government will begin distributing heating supplies, including but not limited to food, drinking water, general heating equipment, special heating equipment, and medicines.
The comments section was filled with expressions of gratitude for the country's thoughtful consideration, but soon their comments gradually decreased, and the internet became much quieter.
As the number of people dwindles and the number of zombies increases, the incubation period gradually arrives, and those who feel unwell begin to sense that something is wrong. With the military breaking down doors, the world falls into silent panic.
When the sound reappeared in the office, everyone in the post-apocalyptic phonetic system was in a state of order yet chaos. Everyone was in a hurry, but with a clear goal.
"Sister Yin, the statistics are out!" Ye Shaoheng rushed over, looking travel-worn, as if he had just returned.
“Let’s talk in the office.” Shi Yin raised her cane and pointed to the room next door: “Don’t block the way here.”
"Okay." Ye Shaoheng quickly agreed, then hesitated, looking at Shi Yin's expression: "Sister Yin, your complexion... are you alright?"
“Apocalyptic Rule #6.” Shi Yin pushed open the door and glanced at Ye Shaoheng.
"Follow work reports as the standard, ignore abnormalities in non-infected individuals, consult a doctor if needed, and refrain from wasting time on trivial matters..." Ye Shaoheng knew these rules by heart.
"According to statistics, 333 communities in 34 major regions have been almost completely dealt with. All regions are isolated, ensuring that if one region falls, the others will not be affected." Ye Shaoheng, holding his tablet, swallowed hard. "The casualties are more than expected, and the reasons are quite complex..."
"There's nothing complicated about it. It's just that they don't want to be quarantined separately and insist on staying together." Shi Yin sat down, leaning on the desk, and said expressionlessly, "At most, there are a few who were forced to stay together."
“Yes, some people can’t disobey their parents’ and relatives’ orders and stay together, while others don’t want to be separated from their loved ones.” Ye Shaoheng wiped the sweat from his forehead: “Some of us want to help them leave their bloodsucking relatives…”
Ye Shaoheng swallowed hard; he sensed a murderous aura emanating from the air.
“The second rule of the apocalypse.” Shi Yin tapped her cane and lazily raised her eyes.
"Those who do not comply with the regulations will be held accountable for their own mistakes." Ye Shaoheng coughed lightly: "Any post-apocalyptic troops who provide assistance without orders... will be shot on the spot."
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