Chinese agents survive in a zombie apocalypse.

Interstate 85...

"Emergency channel call in progress, we are traveling along Interstate 85 towards Atlanta..."

Rick drove smoothly along the highway, having spent the day trying to contact any potential survivors outside via the police car's radio.

"...Please reply upon receipt."

"Hello, is anyone there? Can anyone hear me?"

A whole day passed, and apart from the crackling of electricity, he received no response from any living person. This result made him feel increasingly heavy-hearted.

"Please reply upon receipt..."

Rick continued calling repeatedly with the answering machine in hand...

However, this time, a temporary camp dozens of kilometers away unexpectedly received a signal from Rick's radio station.

However, because the signal was so poor, Rick did not receive a response from the other party.

The two sides thus missed this very important call.

......

West Reservoir Park, a suburb of Atlanta.

This is a temporary camp where dozens of survivors live, and Rick's wife and children, whom he has been searching for, are also here.

Because this place is far from residential areas, it has never been invaded by zombies. The surrounding area is rich in various resources, and you can not only fish, but also hunt.

So the survivors here are living quite well and in good spirits; they are simply doing their own things in an orderly manner.

Some were hanging clothes to dry, some were fetching water, some were chopping firewood, some were collecting branches, and some were chatting and joking around...

Throughout the camp, there was no sense of tension or oppression that one would expect after the apocalypse; instead, it felt more like a group camping activity.

"Buzz...buzz...Hello...Can you hear me?"

Suddenly, a sound came from the camp's radio station...

Hearing the noise, Dale, who was sitting idly passing the time, quickly got up from his chair and was about to run over to check.

However, Amy, who was closer to the radio station, reacted a little faster.

She dropped the branch she had painstakingly gathered, ran quickly to the radio station, picked up the transponder, and replied:

"...Hey, hello."

"Buzz...buzz...can you hear me?"

The call from the channel was faint, not even as loud as the static.

"Okay, I'm listening. You're coming over now. That's all."

Amy was clearly excited; a sweet smile appeared on her face, and she answered somewhat incoherently:

"Buzz...buzz...please respond if you hear me."

However, the other party seemed not to receive the response from this side and continued talking to themselves.

Amy frowned slightly and turned to look at Dale as he approached.

At this moment, everyone in the camp who heard the commotion stopped what they were doing and gathered around to watch.

This was the first time the camp radio had made contact with survivors outside since the disaster began more than a month ago, so everyone was very curious.

"Buzz...buzz...Emergency channel call in progress, we are traveling along Interstate 85 towards Atlanta..."

Suddenly, the intermittent sound came through the channel again.

Upon hearing that the other party was going to Atlanta, Amy's expression changed drastically, and she spoke anxiously into the answering machine:

"We are outside the city."

"Damn it, hello...hello..."

Amy was extremely anxious and wanted to remind the other person that Atlanta had become a city of corpses and that they absolutely must not go there.

But by then she could no longer receive the other party's signal, and she looked to Dell for help, saying:

"...He can't hear me, so I can't remind him."

"Try contacting him again by radio."

Dale offered a hint, but he didn't understand the radio station either. Then he turned to Sean, who was standing to the side watching, and said to him:

"Come here, kid, you're the best at this."

Sean didn't really care about the survivors outside; he felt that his current life was pretty good.

A safe camp, a decent life, a woman he liked, the respect of others... he had everything he should and shouldn't have.

The reason the radio station was kept running was simply so that I wouldn't miss any news in case the government resolved the disaster.

However, having been called out, he could no longer remain silent, so he walked toward the radio station.

Dol...

Sean slammed the axe he was holding into the log, then took the answering machine from Amy and began calling:

"Hello...is the person who called still there?"

"......Sizzle......Sizzle......"

“This is Officer Sean Wales. Calling unidentified person. Please respond.”

Sean tried calling again, but only static came through the channel. He reluctantly put the walkie-talkie down and looked at everyone, saying:

He's gone.

Seeing this, the people around left to continue with what they were doing.

"There are still people alive, not just us."

At this moment, Lori, who was still standing to the side, looked at Sean and said.

"Yes, as expected, that's why civilian radio stations have been running all along."

Sean looked up at her and casually agreed.

"This radio station is indeed quite useful."

Lori nodded as she spoke, but the irony was obvious: they only received a signal once a month, and they still couldn't get in touch with the person.

Sean was a little embarrassed by what he was said and could only awkwardly look away. Only when he was with Lori would he restrain his true nature.

Seeing that Sean didn't refute her, Lori continued:

“We should put up some signs on Highway 85 to remind people to stay away from the city. I’ve been saying this for a week.”

She was quite annoyed that Sean kept ignoring her advice.

"People don't know that the city is now overrun by zombies."

Amy agreed upon hearing this.

"We don't have enough time."

Sean didn't have the same patience for Amy. He stood up from the ground and said in a flat tone.

"We need to make time."

Lori looked at Sean, trying to persuade him.

"This... there's nothing we can do about it. We're lucky to have survived, so we'll just live one day at a time."

Sean explained to Lori with a sigh that he was unwilling to take risks for strangers, including the people in this camp. Apart from Lori and Little Carl, he didn't care about anyone else.

"...Then who do you recommend sending?"

Seeing that they disagreed, Dale turned to Lori and asked her the most important question.

"I need...give me a car."

Lori said without hesitation that she should be the one to carry out the suggestion she made.

"You know that no one is allowed to act alone."

Seeing how decisive Lori was, Sean immediately rejected the idea.

"Yes, sir."

Seeing that her suggestions were repeatedly rejected, Lori finally lost face. She gave Sean a deep look, her expression darkened, and she walked away.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward, with Amy standing to the side looking rather lost, unsure of what to do with her hands and feet.

Little Carl had been standing quietly to the side listening to the adults talk, but when he saw his mother suddenly walk toward the tent, he tried to follow her.

"Stop, don't follow."

Sean quickly stopped Carl and told him to wait there, as he needed to go and comfort Lori first.

"Go sit down, child."

Go ahead, it's alright.

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