Chinese agents survive in a zombie apocalypse.

Outside the county hospital.

Sean escaped the hospital unharmed, retracing his steps through the back door and returning to the police car.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..."

He closed the car door, sat in the driver's seat, and kept pounding on the steering wheel.

The man did not shed tears, but he did not go to the sad place.

His best friend died, his heart stopped beating right before his eyes, and he was completely powerless to stop it.

After a hysterical outburst, Sean slumped over the steering wheel.

At this moment, he just wanted to be alone and quietly lick his wounds.

boom......

Suddenly, a terrifying human face slammed close to the car window. A horrible wound stretched from the corner of the mouth to the ear, exposing the teeth, which were dripping with blood. The face was roaring at Sean inside the car, scratching incessantly at the window with its nails scraping against the glass.

Sean turned his head and just stared blankly through the window, without any reaction or driving away.

He couldn't understand why the world had suddenly become like this, how people had turned into man-eating monsters, and if there was a hell, this was probably what it looked like.

Sean was unsure whether the country could stabilize or where the future lay; he felt lost.

Jingle Bell......

A cell phone rang.

Sean was a little dazed. After a while, he came to his senses and found his phone in the armrest box.

Sean picked up his phone and saw a familiar number—it was a call from Rick's house.

Only then did he realize that Lori and Carl were still unaware that Rick had died in the hospital…

Ring ring...

Sean quickly answered the phone.

"Sean, is that you? It's Lori..."

As soon as the call connected, Lori's anxious voice came through.

"Yes, yes, it's me, Lori... How are you and Karl...?"

“I’m fine, and Carl is fine too…”

At least for now.

A group of thugs broke into the neighborhood; they were robbing, raping, and killing...

911 is always busy and I can't get through. I don't know who else I can call.

Sean, could you come over here? At least for Rick's sake...

Lori spoke urgently, and her last sentence carried a hint of pleading.

“It’s okay, Lori, listen to me.”

Lock the doors and windows now, and don't go out. Stay home and wait for me.

I'm coming right away, you'll be safe.

When Sean heard that they were in danger, he became anxious and quickly tried to comfort her.

"Thank you, thank you, Sean, please hurry..."

......

After hanging up the phone, Sean couldn't help but recall his high school days and the vibrant, charismatic girl he knew.

Rick's life, his dreams, are now shattered...

Now that Rick is gone, how will his widow and her young child survive in this dangerous world?

Sean felt he had to take care of Rick and his mother instead.

For his best brother.

Yes, that's right, he has to.

Having rediscovered his purpose in life, Sean wiped away his tears, ignoring the grotesque face plastered on his car window, and sped off towards Rick's house.

The police car had gradually driven away, leaving only a lonely shell lingering in the same spot...

……

Rick's house.

Lori was nervously peering through the gap in the curtains at the outside.

She clutched her cell phone tightly, her anxiety evident.

Just now, a group of thugs suddenly broke into what was once a peaceful and tranquil neighborhood.

The peaceful life here has been shattered; now the outside world is chaotic and dangerous.

The rioters were causing destruction everywhere, burning, killing, looting, and murdering anyone they saw. She even witnessed several rioters assaulting a woman in the street...

After immediately closing all the doors and windows in her house, Lori kept trying to call 911 to report the incident.

However, 911 was always busy and I couldn't get through.

Helpless, she thought of her husband's good friend, Sean, who was also a policeman and had always had a good relationship with their family.

Lori quickly took out the family phone book, found Sean's number, and tried to dial it.

Fortunately, the phone call still went through, and Sean agreed to come over immediately, which put her at ease.

......

Shouts, cries for help, pleas for mercy, and even gunshots could be heard from outside from time to time...

Lori didn't know when her house would be targeted by thugs, and what she and Carl would do then.

Soon, Lori's attention was drawn to her neighbor's house. Peeking through the curtains, she saw a family of three carrying large bags and rushing out of their home, seemingly intending to leave.

It was Mrs. Tom and her family, whom she had chatted with just a few days ago.

But before they could get in the car, a pickup truck sped up and suddenly stopped in front of Tom's house. Three masked thugs got out of the truck, each carrying a gun. They opened fire on Tom's car, smashing it to pieces.

Tom's family was forced back into the house by several thugs, followed by several gunshots and Mrs. Tom's heart-wrenching cries, which quickly turned into shrill screams.

Lori was so frightened by the scene that her legs went weak; she couldn't bear to imagine the suffering Mrs. Tom was going through.

After witnessing the fate of Tom's family, the impulse to risk leaving with her son was completely dispelled, and she could only pray that Sean would arrive soon.

……

"Mommy, will we be alright?"

At the dining table, little Carl stopped playing with his toys and looked at his mother, who was checking the doors and windows for the fourth time to make sure they were closed, and asked her a question.

Hearing Carl's question, Lori went to little Carl, hugged him, and kissed his hair to comfort him:

"Of course, we'll all be fine..."

"Will Dad be alright too?"

Little Karl looked up and asked again.

Lori paused for a moment upon hearing this, then quickly hugged little Carl tightly so he wouldn't see the hesitation in her eyes.

She kissed his soft hair and whispered comforting words:

"...Of course...the doctor will take good care of Dad. Dad will come back to us once he's recovered."

Thud... thud thud thud...

Just as Lori was comforting Carl, there was a knocking on the door. Lori, who was comforting little Carl, was so frightened that her heart and body trembled at the same time.

Little Carl was also frightened and clung tightly to his mother; he wasn't completely oblivious.

Little Carl is very smart, but he is too young and has no ability to change his current situation.

The mother and son clung to each other, not daring to make a sound, pretending that no one was home, and looked anxiously toward the door.

......

"Hey neighbor, is anyone there? We mean no harm."

An unfamiliar voice came in, but the behavior was not as harmless as the person claimed; the door was pounded on and shook.

"Hey buddy, I don't think anyone's inside, let's go..."

"It's all your fault. I hadn't had enough fun yet, and you strangled that woman to death."

"That bitch dared to bite me, fuck..."

"Hurry, there's no time, monsters are coming from over there."

"Damn it, these rich guys ran away so fast. They must have inside information but didn't tell the public, leaving us to die..."

The voice sounded somewhat resentful, and the person kicked the door hard a few times as if venting their frustration.

After a few kicks at the door, the sound of a car starting and driving away could be heard.

After a few minutes, it became quiet outside again, and the rioters seemed to have really left.

Just as Lori was relieved that she and her son had escaped a disaster.

The sound of cars screeching to a halt came from outside, and then...

bang bang bang...

The sound of banging on the door started again.

Could it be that the rioters have returned?

Lori held little Carl tightly, her eyes filled with despair...

......