The road was very calm, and there were not a few zombies encountered, and Leon guessed that the monsters on the road were likely to be led away by passing vehicles during the month of the disaster.

They are very sensitive to sound, and the sound of military artillery fire in large cities in the early days of the disaster will continue to attract zombies in the surrounding area.

Only the poor worms trapped in the building, or trapped in small corners, are still waiting for their prey to be delivered to the door.

After about ten minutes of driving, the police station of King County appeared in front of Lyon.

Looking at the locked iron door, Leon was embarrassed to find a problem, he didn't have the key to the police station.

The main character, Rick, is able to take people in and out of here freely, and that's because of the county sheriff in King County, and the police station is his home field.

What am I going to do? Looking for the keys to Rick's house? The gun hangar in the police station, without a key, should be difficult to open, right?

Suddenly, the plot of a TV series suddenly appeared in Leon's mind.

That's right! That zombie county policeman.

Leon picked up his weapon and walked along the road next to the main body of the police station, and after walking more than two hundred meters, he saw the rear of the police station.

It was the back door of the police station, a basketball court surrounded by metal mesh.

Looking up, a figure in a police uniform was wandering aimlessly around the basketball court.

It's him, and his name seems to be Leon, alas, what a coincidence.

A whistle was blown at the figure, and the shrill whistle immediately attracted its attention.

Like a puppy receiving an order, it twisted its body to reveal its ugly, rotten face, and when it saw Leon, a living person, its body swelled with infinite power.

The county police zombie used both hands and feet, limping towards Leon.

Wow!

The metal fence was pressed to the ground and bulged outward, and the wall blocked the zombie's movements, making all its actions useless, but the monsters did not abandon this concept in their brains.

The zombie county police opened his mouth wide, roared in his mouth, his head was pressed against the metal net, and the rotten flesh and blood on his face were cut by the wire, ugly and hideous.

God, it's disgusting.

Leon walked one step away from the zombie, feeling a little disgusted in his heart, he pulled a dagger from his belt, pointed the tip of the knife at the zombie's eye socket, and stabbed it hard.

Burst!

The dagger pierced most of it in an instant, and the zombie stiffened, and immediately stopped moving, leaning on the metal mesh softly, and his eyes lost their luster.

This time, in the face of zombies, there was no fear in his heart.

Leon slowly drew his dagger, wiped the blood from the corpse in front of him, and inserted it back into his belt.

He found that as long as he found a way, these zombies would become easy to deal with.

It took ten minutes for Leon to get the key from the corpse of the county police zombie through the metal mesh and with an iron hook.

After experimenting one by one, he finally entered the police station through the side door.

After entering the police station, he still did not let down his vigilance, although in the TV series, there are no zombies in the police station, but who knows, there will be an accident.

Luckily, the police station was very safe and there were no incidents.

It took Leon about an hour to scrub every room, and he was pleasantly surprised by what he found.

More than a dozen different types of firearms, thousands of rounds of ammunition, and Lyon even found various defensive equipment such as body armor and riot suits in the equipment warehouse.

What surprised him the most was that there were still more than a dozen sets of police radio communication equipment in the police station.

Now that the ability to communicate has been lost, these equipment that can communicate at medium and long distances can be said to be artifacts.

Hey, I really can't figure it out, Rick, this guy is simply sitting on the treasure mountain without knowing it.

In the original book, he drove a broken car with a few broken guns and left.

Is this really the end of the world a tourist camp?

But it's okay now, it's all cheap for me.

Don't worry, I'll be back when I'm in Atlanta.

The police station has its own water and electricity supply system.

Leon took a hot shower for the first time in a long time, changed into a spare police uniform left behind by someone else, and found some food in the public kitchen, and made a makeshift meal, which he finally repaired.

After a full meal, Leon counted the supplies and planned tomorrow's actions in his heart.

There are so many supplies here, and his Chevrolet sports car can't hold so many things.

Waste is shameful.

Well, it seems that there is a prisoner car escorting prisoners parked in front of the police station, and the body of the car is reinforced bulletproof plates.

It's a bit ugly, but in this period, it's much more practical than a Chevrolet sports car.

I'll look in the warehouse later, and you should be able to find the key.

Leon thought wildly.

After resting for a while, looking for the keys, driving, transferring supplies, and working until eight o'clock in the evening, Leon finished all the preparations.

He drove the prisoner car into the basketball court at the back of the police station, closed all the doors, and stored the car keys close to him, so that he could not be wrong with caution.

When it was all done, Leon found the common room at the police station, covered it with a blanket left by someone else, and fell asleep with his head up.

That night, he had many strange dreams.

Some belong to Hu Sheng, some belong to Leon Custer, and some don't know what to call and are bizarre.

The next morning, at about six o'clock, Leon woke up.

The strange energy in his body was really powerful, and he felt that his body had returned to its peak state, full of energy and energy, and his strength and physique seemed to have increased slightly.

This gave him a lot of confidence.

The Atlanta CDC is about 80 kilometers away from King County.

If the journey goes well, we can start now and arrive at 2 p.m.

With a map he found in his office, Leon was sure that he was ready to set off as soon as possible.

If he can reach a consensus with the CDC research members, it will be a huge help to his future.

Let's hope it goes well.

——

June 10, 2010, Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, Atlanta.

"Jenner, is there any sample 18 left?"

Dr. Melfa Pascal frowned, her energy gaunted after months of failed experiments.

What worries her even more is that after the withdrawal of the army, the CDC lost all logistical supplies, and the official organizations then lost contact one after another, and they could no longer receive any information from the outside world.

Since then, the researchers have been panicked, have no intention of working, run away, commit suicide, and in just half a month, only the husband and wife are still stuck to their posts in the entire CDC.

But now, even the experimental samples cannot be replenished.

Dr. Jenner licked his lips, looked at his wife, and said in a somewhat hoarse voice:

"Sorry, Melfa, sample 18 has been exhausted."

"We need to get new samples before we can continue experimenting."

"Really?"

Dr. Melfa tucked the long blonde hair around his ear and answered, not speaking again.

As the CDC's head of research and the head of the wildfire program, she knows better than anyone that everything she is doing now is useless, and that the CDC's biggest problem right now is not the sample problem.

What they lack is energy, a constant supply, and even if the entire CDC is now in energy-saving mode, their power supply will only last for another month at most.

This little time is meaningless, and the study of serum is not a laundry and cooking, it is a long-term and huge project, and the time required is measured in years, five, ten, or even twenty years before it is possible to obtain results.

But does it still make sense?

By that time, how many human beings will be left?

Can an organization support the CDC for more than a decade?

Alas, we've failed.

Melfa looked back at her husband, silly, silly, a somewhat dull nerd.

But she is also the person who loves her the most in the world.

What can I do to save you, Jenner?

At this moment, a calm voice suddenly came from the headset connected to the front door.

"Hey!"

"Is there anyone else?"

"I'm Leon Custer."

"I'd like to talk to you."

(Don't worry, the author is really a principled person, he will definitely study hard, and he will not be a eunuch.) ）