Chinese agents survive in a zombie apocalypse.

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The next day, when Dr. Jenner woke up in bed, she found that the person next to her was gone. She glanced at the time and it was only 7:39 a.m.

Without thinking much, he simply shouted towards the bathroom:

"Honey…"

But no one responded.

Having drunk quite a bit last night, I was still feeling a bit thirsty from the hangover, so I decided to get up and wash up...

When he arrived at the restaurant yawning, he saw a beautifully presented breakfast on the table, and a happy smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

"..."

Dr. Jenner walked over, picked up the cup, and started drinking. He then realized that the coffee had gone cold, and he began to feel uneasy.

……

"Honey......"

“Madeline…”

Dr. Jenner called out his wife's name, searching room by room...

“Madeline…”

He made his way to the main control room, which was also empty and deserted.

Dr. Jenner grew increasingly agitated and shouted at the main control system:

“Where is Dr. Madeline Jones?”

"Hold on......"

"Dr. Madeline Jones is currently in Lab B-1."

"Should we call her...?"

The radio broadcast the AI's signature emotionless voice.

"..."

Dr. Jenner had already turned and run towards the B-1 laboratory...

Because the B-1 laboratory is not a core experimental area of ​​the CDC, it does not require such complicated procedures.

When he arrived, he saw his wife working diligently inside.

She was wearing a sterile surgical gown, covered with various data cables connected to a running machine, and was intently recording her vital signs through the device...

Drip... drip... drip...

The laboratory was very quiet, with only the constant sounds from the machines.

"You're here. Did you sleep well?"

Dr. Madeline Jones noticed her husband's arrival, turned around and greeted him with a smile, her tone as calm as ever.

However, her face was unusually pale, and she appeared noticeably weak.

"..."

Dr. James was both anxious and afraid. With a grim expression, he hurried toward his wife, hoping that he had arrived in time and that things had not yet reached the point of no return.

However, when he saw the two empty syringes on the table next to him, he was stunned and stood there dumbfounded, as if struck by lightning...

"My dear, you..."

"I'm sorry, Edwin..."

"......Why?"

“Edwin…”

Dr. Madeline Jones walked over, gently took his hand, her eyes revealing a hint of determination, and said apologetically:

"I'm so sorry, I have to do this..."

As she spoke, her body suddenly tilted and she fell to the side...

Dr. Jenner was startled by the sight and quickly supported her, holding her in his arms and asking with concern:

"Honey, how are you...?"

"..."

Dr. Madeline Jones, nestled in her husband's warm embrace, felt her life force rapidly slipping away...

After catching her breath, she forced a smile and continued:

"Most of the samples we collected had turned into useless necrotic tissue and could no longer be used for further research..."

“If this serological test fails, we’ll have new virus samples… then you can continue our research. This is… this is our last chance…”

"Why did you do this? I should be the test subject! Without you, I can't complete the rest of the research. I need you..."

Dr. Jenner looked at his wife with a pained expression, his heart filled with self-blame and regret.

"No, Edwin, it has always been me who needs you, always..."

“I know… because of me, you have willingly remained unknown for the past 19 years…”

"No... without your support and help, I wouldn't have been able to persevere. I might have ended up like them, committing suicide long ago..."

“I…I am not humanity’s hope, I don’t even dare to face this alone…You are much stronger than me, you can definitely hold on…”

"..."

Dr. Jenner held his wife tightly, tears welling up in his eyes and blurring his vision, but words choked in his throat and he could not get them out.

"I'm sorry, but you'll have to face everything that's coming next..."

Dr. Madeline Jones looked at her husband with deep affection, then reached out and gently touched his face to wipe away his tears, saying weakly:

"I hope you can forgive me no matter what..."

"Uh-huh......"

"You must...you must persevere...continue...continue your research..."

"..."

"Promise me..."

"it is good......"

Dr. Jenner was heartbroken. He couldn't refuse his wife's dying request, so he could only nod and agree with tears in his eyes.

"Ah... I... love..."

When Dr. Madeline Jones saw that her husband had finally agreed, a relieved smile finally appeared on her pale face. She opened her mouth one last time, as if she wanted to say something, but she had already fallen into a deep coma, and her hands fell limply to her sides...

"Honey......"

"Honey......"

In the laboratory, only Dr. Jenner's sorrowful voice remained...

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...Let's go back to the present -- the CDC.

Inside the restaurant, everyone sat around the table, their faces beaming with joy. In this atmosphere, they were all immersed in happiness and warmth, temporarily forgetting the zombies and the pressure of survival outside.

Just now, Dr. Jenner took them to another room and drew blood from everyone in preparation for blood tests. Hearing that they hadn't eaten anything that evening, he brought them to the dining room.

The CDC had ample food supplies, including plenty of high-end alcoholic beverages, so everyone enjoyed the most sumptuous dinner since the apocalypse.

"cheers……"

"Dry……"

“Keep drinking… Glenn, I want to see just how red you can get…”

"Hehehe..."

The people at the dinner table were toasting and laughing, creating a very lively atmosphere...

"..."

Unlike the jubilation of everyone else, Dr. Jenner drank alone in a somber mood, seemingly out of place with the atmosphere around him.

He also recalled that a month ago, he and his wife had their last candlelight dinner here...

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