The first year after the Marvel Overworld disaster. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info John? Smith chronicles his survival. At least, before all this happened. By this time, the superheroes had evacuated to other places, and they occupied the original underground city of Ambrera and slowly survived.

John turned around and made sure it was safe to do so, then continued to record his last words into the digital tape recorder: "If you pick up this recording of me, it means that I am dead, please spread this recording." It was an experience I had gained with my life. I hope you will make good use of this knowledge and continue to live. ”

He paused, picked up his rucksack, and carefully and slowly opened the door to his room that led to the garage. He first observed the overall environment in the garage, and after confirming that it was safe, he slowly walked to his SUV, carefully guarding his only safe space with a vigilant gaze. After confirming the safety of the garage and the car, he immediately got into the car and closed the door tightly, for fear that an accident would happen if he was half a second late.

He sat in the car and breathed a sigh of relief, continuing the recording: "My city, New York, has been hit by some unknown plague and is now a complete hell, and the streets are full of crazy mutated creatures', zombies to be exact. Luckily, the power and internet haven't been disrupted, and I've gathered some of the information that other survivors have uploaded to the internet. And on the basis of these materials, I made a plan to have a small military museum here, which is now a temporary military stronghold. If I'm lucky, I'll be able to find a garrison there, so that I can be properly protected and safe. Unfortunately, I can at least find some useful weapons, which are much better than the knife in my hand and two homemade Molotov cocktails. This is my short-term goal. ”

John quickly discarded some useless things in the car and put his backpack in the passenger seat, not daring to get too far away from him. Although there is only a set of clothes and not many canned food in the backpack, it is all his assets now. He made sure everything was settled, and then recorded: "But there must be a lot of zombies on the way to the museum." My plan was to drive out first and get the attention of all the zombies near the museum so that they would chase me. According to the information collected, at the speed of an SUV, they will never be able to catch up with me, so they can only run behind me. When I made sure they were all gathered in the back, I threw two more Molotov cocktails in the back, creating a sea of fire to seal the road. According to the data, they have a very low IQ and will rush into the fire and burn them alive, and then I can safely step into the 'fortress' of the museum. That's my plan. However, all the information for the development of this plan was retrieved from the Internet and has not yet been verified. So, good luck to me. ”

John took a deep breath and pressed the remote control to open the garage, and the adrenaline continued to rise as the garage door slowly opened. He gasped for air, his tongue licking his dry lips back and forth, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, his eyes fixed on the slowly opening doorway, ready to rush into the hell outside the door.

At this time, John's mind flashed countless images, the first time he went to school, the first time he graduated from college, the first time he joined the company, the first time he was promoted to the head of game planning, and many other firsts kept flashing in John's mind. He smirked helplessly and shook his head slightly.

John took another deep breath, looked at the sunlight spilling in through the half-open door, his eyes became firm, and his voice calmed down, and said: "Although I am now sitting in this SUV that I can rely on, with a cleaver on my body, in this unprecedented desperate situation, I have discovered the preciousness of life, and it is not wrong, which has given me the courage to break out of the desperate situation." The SUV suddenly emitted a powerful engine sound, hesitated to get out of the garage like a tiger, and rushed to that hell on earth.

The outside world is a paradise for the devil and a playground for blood. The neighbor's wall, the street lamp on the street, and the mailbox on the opposite street were covered with dry bloodstains, and zombies could be seen happily gnawing on internal organs or stumps, and there was no intact corpse to be found. John turned his head to look at his neighbor, Mr. Brown's house, and saw a terrible scene, two zombies were frantically grabbing the corpse of Mr. Brown or Mrs. Brown on the balcony. John's scalp tingled, fear filled every cell in his body, and although his hands were clenched to the steering wheel, he still trembled slightly. He forcibly summoned the courage to truthfully record everything in front of him: "The outside world is as I expected. Zombies are everywhere I look. There were hundreds of zombies running towards me in the streets, and the numbers were growing. They poured out of windows, balconies, gates, cars, trees, street corners, and threatened to bury me alive, as if everyone in the city had become zombies. I'm a piece of moving fat in their eyes now, and they can't believe I'm still alive at home. No other survivors have been found yet, and the chances of others appearing are slim. ”

John glanced at the zombies in the rearview mirror, thousands of them chasing after him like hungry wolves, and then at the convenience store at eleven o'clock, and a batch of zombies poured out. John immediately turned the steering wheel to the right, and the SUV shifted to the right. At 2 o'clock, a few brightly dressed zombies poured out of the cake shop, and the SUV immediately shifted to the left, driving away from danger. The SUV just walks through the streets, trying not to hit anything that might stop it, but there will always be some zombies who rush to the SUV to their deaths without reason. John continued to record his experience on the digital tape recorder: "For the time being, this 'Death Ride' project is going well. If you want to escape in a car, I've got a few lessons for you. First, the car is a very easy means of transportation to attract the attention of zombies, in fact, most of the vehicles will attract the attention of zombies. Second, when driving a car, try to avoid hitting any zombies and anything that might stop the car, because if your car stops, it means that you are not far from death. Third, try to save as much gas as possible because you never know you have a long way to go. ”

The SUV penetrated left and right in the gap of the corpse tide and lasted for about 20 minutes. Although it was only 20 minutes, John's tense nerves told him that it was definitely not an easy 20 minutes, and that it was 20 minutes that he would never want to encounter in the future. As the saying goes, after darkness comes light. This sentence is not false at all, John went through this 20-minute dark journey, and finally saw the end of the light. "I can't believe it, I'm almost there, I've seen the museum! Do you see? That's the safe zone, where there's a space to isolate from the outside world. It is a safe and warm fortress. But I decided to go around the museum first and make sure I was attracting all the zombies in the neighborhood before moving on to the next step. ”。 John finally saw the end of the road safe and sound. (To be continued.) )