Chinese agents survive in a zombie apocalypse.

...County Sheriff's Department.

They drove to the police station.

Before even getting close, seven or eight zombies could be seen wandering in the open space in front of the police station.

Most of them were civilians dressed in various clothes, but there were also police officers in police uniforms.

"This is bad..."

Morgan stopped the car, not daring to get any closer, for fear of attracting the attention of the zombies.

"This way, we'll go in from the back..."

Sitting in the passenger seat, Rick pointed to an intersection near the police station.

Although there weren't many zombies at the gate, he didn't intend to take any risks.

Morgan then started the car again, and with Rick's guidance, the car slowly drove into the internal parking lot behind the police station building.

This small parking lot is in a relatively remote location and is usually only open to the police. Now, only two police cars are parked there.

Inside the car, Rick immediately recognized one of the vehicles as his own personal car, which he assumed was where he had been placed after being injured and hospitalized.

Morgan parked the car on the side of the road.

Rick picked up the bag he had just packed from home, opened the car door, and got out first.

He walked to his car, reached out and patted the trunk of the police car, feeling somewhat emotional.

This was his old buddy, which had been with him almost throughout his entire police career.

"Hey... what are you doing?"

Morgan and his son had just gotten out of the car when they saw this and their faces changed drastically. He suppressed his anger and asked in a low voice.

Rick then realized that his actions had been somewhat reckless. If the police car had its anti-theft lock on, those two taps would have triggered the alarm. Fortunately, the police car parked at the police station did not need its anti-theft lock on.

"Excuse me... come with me."

He gave an awkward smile and said somewhat sheepishly.

After saying that, Rick slung his backpack over his shoulder and turned to walk towards the back door of the police station building.

Morgan watched Rick's retreating figure and thought the guy seemed a bit unreliable.

It might not be a wise move to act with him.

But he did need a weapon, so after a moment's hesitation, he called his son to follow Rick.

Rick was unaware that his standing with Morgan had plummeted.

Clang...

Squeak...

Rick opened the tightly closed back door. It was pitch black inside, and there wasn't a soul in sight.

Rick, familiar with the layout, took the lead and went in with a flashlight. Dwayne walked in the middle, while Morgan brought up the rear with a hand lamp. They cautiously observed the situation inside.

Fortunately, there were no police officers inside the building, nor any signs of zombie intrusion. The place was safe for the time being, and the three of them were finally able to relax.

Rick led them to their first destination, the bathrooms in the dormitory area.

He needed to take a good shower; he felt like he hadn't showered in dozens of days and had a musty smell.

Wow...

Rick turned on the showerhead, and water immediately poured down.

"The oil and electricity supply was cut off about a month ago."

Morgan shook his head and said.

"The police station has its own propane system."

Rick explained it to him, then reached out to test the water temperature and quickly felt the water temperature gradually rise.

He nodded to the two of them and said:

"The equipment is still working."

Morgan and Dwayne both smiled upon hearing this; they, too, hadn't had a hot shower in a long time and were very much looking forward to it.

So the three of them made no attempt to hide it and took a nice hot bath together, a rare treat in the apocalypse.

Feeling the warm water flowing down my skin, and the rich fragrance of the shampoo foam...

The suppressed feelings caused by the impending doomsday have been temporarily relieved.

The bathroom was filled with soft laughter, and even some people were humming songs.

......

After taking a shower, Rick and Morgan sat down to rest.

"Dwayne...go to the back room to change your clothes."

Rick had been given new bandages. He handed a stack of clothes to Dwayne to send him away, preparing to have a proper talk with Morgan.

"What should you say, Dwayne?"

Morgan saw his son take the clothes and walk out, and suddenly spoke up.

"Thank you."

Upon hearing his father's question, Dwayne turned and thanked Rick before running off quickly.

"uh-huh......"

Morgan was about to tell his son to be careful when he saw that his son had already disappeared.

"Atlanta seems like a good place to go—safe, and there are people..."

Rick said, organizing his thoughts.

“That’s where we were supposed to go… everything went wrong.”

Morgan seemed to understand Rick's meaning. While straightening his clothes, he said:

"...You can't even imagine, panic spread, the streets were impassable, and then I...my wife, couldn't walk at all."

We're falling behind the group, so we need to find somewhere to hide.

Morgan lowered his head dejectedly, and after calming himself down, he continued:

"After she died... we just lingered here, I think we just couldn't bear to leave."

Do you have any plans to leave here?

Rick understood, knowing he couldn't persuade him, so he could only ask this question.

Morgan took a deep breath after hearing this, turned to Rick, and forced a smile, saying:

"There are no plans to do that at the moment."

Because he still has a connection here.

Seeing that he had made up his mind, Rick could only nod helplessly and respect his choice.

So the two of them stopped talking and silently got dressed, each with their own thoughts on their minds.

......

Rick changed back into a clean police uniform and then led the two men to the armory.

They planned to take all the usable weapons with them, which was the main reason they came to the police station.

It's not just for taking a bath.

"There are far fewer guns here."

Rick looked at the mostly empty armory and said with some disappointment, as he picked up a shotgun to check the condition of the weapons.

"Dad, can I learn to shoot a gun?"

Dwayne asked his father expectantly, his eyes lingering on the guns before him, eager to fire a few shots immediately. Afraid of being refused, he emphasized:

"I'm not young anymore."

"Nonsense, of course we have to learn."

Morgan did not disappoint his son; he turned to him and said:

"I have to teach you properly, you must not take it lightly."

"That's right, this is not a toy gun."

Rick chimed in, then turned to Dwayne, tapped his shoulder with his finger, and looked him in the eye seriously.

"Pulling the trigger is a very serious matter, remember that, Dwayne."

"Yes, sir."

Dwayne nodded seriously in agreement.

"Here, take it."

Morgan handed a pistol to his son.

Dwayne took the pistol, but after being lectured by the two adults, he had lost his initial excitement. He put the pistol into his briefcase, and then put a box of bullets inside as well.

On the other side, Rick picked up a Steyr SSG-69 sniper rifle, tested it, and after confirming there were no problems, handed the gun to Morgan and said to him:

"There's nothing special about carrying this gun, but its aiming accuracy is very high."

Morgan looked at him and understood why Rick had left the sniper rifle to him.

However, he didn't say anything; everything was understood without words.

He raised the sniper rifle, tried aiming, and found it to be quite good. Morgan was very satisfied with the sniper rifle.

Then, they packed up all the guns and ammunition they could carry in the armory.

Before long, the three of them left the now-empty armory with two large bags full of weapons and ammunition.

......