"Hurricane No. 4 has already formed in the Atlantic Ocean and is still intensifying. Hurricane No. 4 is expected to approach the west coast and cause significant damage along its path. ”

The sound of the weather forecast echoes through the police car, and Patrolman Huck and Gibson are eating delicious doughnuts. They are partners in the Manhattan Police Department, and they feel very comfortable patrolling the world's most prosperous city.

Gibson picked up the hot coffee, and as he was about to bring the hot drink to his lips, there was a "bang", the police car slammed, and an alcoholic crashed into the police car.

The swaying of the police car shook Gibson's paper cup, and the coffee in the cup spilled, and a third of the hot drink poured over his crotch, burning Gibson straight up in his seat.

"Grandma's, what an idiot!"

Gibson cursed and turned his head away, and together with Huck, he saw a face posted on the car window.

I saw that this face was gray, saliva was dripping from the corners of his mouth, the pupils in his eyes contracted sharply, the drunkard's tongue stuck out, and the wet thing licked on the car window.

"Bastard, you want to die, don't you?"

Huck cursed and tried to open the door, but instead his arm was grabbed by Gibson.

"Don't go out, this drunkard may be sick."

Following Gibson's fingers, Huck noticed the more subtle characteristics of the drunkard outside—the drunkard was sweating profusely, his sweat was like a stream, and streams of sweat continued to flow out from under his scalp, and along the direction of the sweat, strands of hair fell out with sweat.

In just a moment, the drunkard's forehead was a little bald.

What's going on, how is it possible for a person to lose hair so quickly? Isn't he going to get dehydrated soon if he sweats like this?

"Are you alright, sir?"

Huck yelled outside. The drunkard rolled his eyes, muttered something in his mouth, and the drunkard left the police car in three steps.

"Forget it, leave him alone. Dozens of drunkards like this die every day in the city of New York. Gibson rubbed his crotch and drank the little coffee he had left.

However, the good times did not last long, and before the coffee was finished, a motorcycle rushed into the crowd, and the motorcyclist shouted "the end of the world" or something, and the scurrying locomotive frightened the pedestrians in Rockefeller Square.

"Remember the little brother, this is what we have to take care of." Gibson pressed the alarm, and the police car followed the motorcycle.

……

Chen Hang was so anxious that he couldn't feel the joy of being reborn at all, the time God had left him was too short.

An hour ago, or seven years later, Chen Hang was battling a mutated vampire on the ruins of Earth. But he didn't want someone to sneak attack him behind him, Chen Hang was bitten to death by a vampire, and his life was over.

When he woke up the next moment, Chen Hang found himself lying in a rushing ambulance, and his identity had changed to a professional badminton player who had just been in a car accident.

Chen Hang was reborn.

However, after being reborn, Chen Hang did not feel the slightest joy, because at 8 o'clock in the evening on November 26, 2093, the doomsday virus broke out at the same time in 36 cities around the world.

A certain crazy guy sent a large number of mails, which were wrapped with zombie viruses, and the earth civilization was instantly pushed into the abyss, and the end of the world came.

Today is November 26, 2093, and Chen Hang has been reborn at the moment before the end, and now there is less than an hour left before the virus outbreak.

Chen Hang had no choice, he knew the power of the doomsday virus, his newborn body had no resistance to the virus at all, he needed to find a fortress as soon as possible, Chen Hang wanted to avoid the first wave of zombie frenzy in this fortress.

Driving the stolen motorcycle, Chen Hang saw the building in front of him at a glance.

Lofe Building, the highest place in New York City, where the headquarters of the world's top industries are stationed, must have all the resources he needs, Chen Hang did not hesitate to drive the motorcycle over.

The roar of the locomotive dispersed the residents of the square, and Chen Hang clearly saw that some of them had begun to mutate - fever, fading, and a large amount of hair loss - the zombie virus had spread, and the end of the world was inevitable.

Gritting his teeth, Chen Hang drove the locomotive and slammed into the glass turnstile of the Lofe Building.