On the day the world came to an end, people continued to live according to their old rules.

No one could have imagined that in just one day, less than a day, the seemingly perfect society built by human beings would fall apart in an instant......

"How ugly, the ugliness of a frantic struggle to survive, is so unsightly."

A man covered in a black cloak walks the blood-soaked streets like a ghost.

When he turned his head sideways, he looked at the woman in front of him with a depressed face like an ascetic, and she stretched out her hand to the front, and her mouth continued to spill blood foam, making a hoarse voice like a broken bellows,

“…… Help, save me......"

Huang Ye Zonglian was indifferent to this, and just let out a tone like a sigh: "It's really a tragic situation, even so, are you praying for salvation?" ”

"-Death is not a special thing, as long as you live, you can realize that it is a simple point......"

The woman didn't understand what he was saying, and she didn't want to understand what he was saying,

It's just that the man expressed himself very clearly when he refused to lend a helping hand, and even if he was just standing, he could feel his indifference.

When he learned that the last hope was also shattered, the longing and hope in his eyes all turned into monstrous anger and resentment at this moment.

"It's quite sad that you have no obligation to save, and you are resented just because you didn't act according to your recent expectations."

"—What is the value of human beings that should be saved?"

Amaya Zonglian looked up at the sky, searching for answers.

"I can't save you, and I probably can't save anyone." Aguya Zonglian seemed to sigh at her own insignificance, and sighed, the Buddha beads in front of her neck were so dazzling in this world of blood,

"I can't save it, but, at the very least, I'll keep a record of how people die."

Araya Zonglian had been watching the woman's heartbeat stop, but the hideous eyes stared at him as if they were about to stand out, seeing such a scene, Araya Zonglian turned around and walked into the distance,

"So, I can't save anyone!"

……

Shibuya has the reputation of "the street that never sleeps 24 hours a day".

Even if it's just a dense flow of people all day long, it's enough to form a landscape.

But when the disaster came, it also became the beginning of the bloody end......

That's how it should be.

The riots were merely a little unusual, and they were quickly suppressed.

Now, under the organization of the police and the government, people are making their way to stadiums, underground platforms and other evacuation places that can accommodate large crowds.

And as long as you pass by the central street, whoever you are, you will look at the figure standing in the center of the street.

The back is not very solid, and it is even a little thin from a distance.

The orange-red hair, like the sun, illuminates the darkness and becomes the savior of the place.

It was this young man, with his own strength, who quickly suppressed those zombies with bloodshot eyes and staggering walking in the rapid movements that people couldn't see with the naked eye.

Because of the rapid suppression, there are still people who do not understand the situation at all, shouting such things as "why do you detain their freedom", "I want to go home", "you incompetent rice buckets", "I don't know what is going on, but this is what you usually do not do".

And the person who witnessed such a bloody and tragic situation saw that the young man had two more knives out of thin air, and then disappeared from view in an instant.

The thought of such a scene makes their hearts full of emotions.

When he looked at the young man, he looked at him with scrutiny and guard.

Emiya Shirou could only smile at this, he could fully understand everyone's feelings.

"It's hard to accept that I saw such an incredible scene."

He always thinks about things in the bright light of his own mind.

"Anyway, it's the right thing to do to help the people here."

He could only comfort himself like this,

Ignore the vicious language of a very small part of the crowd "Ah, that's him, monster".

The police and government personnel who were distracting the crowd did not take the initiative to talk to him, and judging from their repeated calls, they probably wanted to ask their superiors for instructions, but they could not get through.

That level of combat power, just thinking about it, makes people's hearts chill.

- Because at the beginning, Shirou, who didn't know the situation, blocked the bullet that was fired at the newly transformed and lost.

Although it was difficult for everyone to understand, Emiya Shirou never regretted saving them, but was sincerely happy.

"—Ah, Kiritsugu, do you see? I also saved a lot of people today. ”

Partners in Justice......

Righteous partners!

I want to be like that.

Emiya Shirou looked at the safe crowd and clenched his hands into fists as if he wanted to strengthen his faith.

"Thank you...... Thank you......" Suddenly a faint voice of thanks came from behind.

His voice was still shaking, and the panic he had just felt was still in his body.

This little girl, in despair of losing her bloody mouth, was saved by Shirou.

So, even if his body is still trembling now, even if someone says he's a monster.

But the little girl only knew that this big brother, descending like the sun, pulled himself out of a desperate situation, and was a very dazzling existence.

Emiya Shirou turned his head and saw the little girl who was still shivering, revealing her snow-white teeth.

At this moment, he was sincerely happy about what he had done.

He touched the girl's head,

"Everything is fine, go to your father's side, he's still waiting for you."

Shirou pointed to the figure in the distance, probably because he was stopped by the police and couldn't come over in person to thank him, and he smiled slightly apologetically at Asaro.

Just such a smile made Shirou feel that what he did was very correct.

"Ahhh

There was another riot in the crowd, and people scrambled to run out.

During this period, many elderly people and people with weak constitution fell to the ground and were trampled by the crowd that poured out like a honeycomb.

"Zombies!! Others have been lost. ”

Someone shouted.

Zombie? How can it be?

Obviously, the people who went in just now were all people who had been carefully examined and had not been bitten.

"Wait."

Shirou suddenly realized a more serious problem.

If zombies are contagious, then ...... How did the first batch come about?

Yes!

It's people who haven't been bitten by any zombies, the original pathogens, and they've been lurking in the crowd.

Slowly, continuously, it erupted.

And this is the most devastating disaster for people who think they are safe.

Shirou looked at the passages everywhere, and his eyes became sharp,

“trace on！”