God has abandoned us

Someone realized and reacted, no wonder they were attacking each other, it made sense that it was a person.

"Stand down from the kill alert!"

"Yes, sir!"

The other soldiers turned their guns and started shooting at the other zombies.

The rescue team leader kept his eyes tightly on Sterling, who was covered in blood, holding a fire axe as tall as a person, and yet he could still run so fast. It seemed that this kid was not ordinary.

Sterling was unaware that he had just narrowly escaped death, running quickly and chopping a zombie with his axe, fully entering the range of fire.

"Stop, stop, have you been bitten!"

The soldier in charge shouted and questioned.

"No, I'm not hurt, I'm human!"

Sterling chopped at the zombies while responding to the question.

The captain looked at Sterling's combat power with new respect.

"This kid is really something, feels even more powerful than wearing exoskeletons!"

"That's for sure, he's Sterling!"

David was proud, as if praising Sterling was more pleasing than being praised himself.

"Kid, come over here, the main force is retreating!"

The captain shouted a reminder, and Sterling sprinted over, joining up with the rescue team's soldiers.

As Sterling approached, the rescue team tactically retreated, firing their guns while moving backward.

"Sterling, you're too fierce. From now on, I may not respect others, but I respect you!"

David was full of emotion.

"Even when drunk, one respects the wall."

Sterling was in a great mood and made a joke before rushing out of the gate.

Near the rescue convoy, by the bus, a middle-aged man in a suit was hugging Abigail.

He was Abigail's father, Edward.

Sterling had often seen him on the news, always with perfectly groomed hair, but now he was disheveled. Although he was still wearing a suit, the dust on him couldn't hide his weariness from travel.

"Get on the bus quickly, we're retreating!"

Edward pushed his daughter Abigail onto the bus and turned to see Sterling, covered in blood, and was shocked.

"What's going on with you, are you injured?"

"Sir, I'm not injured."

Sterling spoke politely when facing his elder.

"Sterling, come up quickly!"

Abigail's eyes lit up when she saw Sterling and called out for him to get on the bus.

But Edward didn't dare to be careless. With all that blood, who knew if he would mutate? He stopped Sterling from getting on the bus.

"You take another car, driver, close the door!"

Edward spoke, and the bus driver had no choice but to close the door.

Just as the combat team exited the school gate, locked the gate, and was about to get on the bus, Edward shouted:

"Captain George, take care of him and take him to the combat vehicle!"

Rescue team captain George didn't think much of it, took Sterling with him and walked away.

"Follow me."

He passed the bus and came to the combat truck at the back, climbed up, and saw zombies pouring out from all directions on the street, countless in number.

Other soldiers stood in front of the guardrail and fired at the zombies, preventing them from getting close.

"Let's go, let's go, move it!"

The lead vehicle started, an armored car paving the way, followed by an armed Humvee with a machine gun, and three team members, one responsible for loading ammunition, the other two responsible for guarding the left and right flanks.

Behind them was the rescue bus, followed by an armed truck, with soldiers in the back, shooting at the zombies.

Sterling sat in the back of the truck, which was driving unevenly and bouncing severely.

The soldiers were on alert in shifts, shooting any zombies that approached and posed a threat.

Rescue team captain George, while changing magazines, looked at Sterling with an unmistakable appreciation.

"Kid, how did you end up like this?"

He was asking about the blood all over Sterling.

"I was the bait."

Sterling felt an unprecedented sense of security, stood up, and looked at the devastated city with mixed feelings.

The zombies on the street were countless, and upon hearing the gunfire, some even jumped out from the buildings, breaking the glass and falling to the ground as a pile of mush.

"These damn things, as long as their brain tissue isn't destroyed, they can get up and bite people again, you have to be more careful in the future."

Captain George stood next to Sterling and reminded him quietly.

Sterling also responded with a sentence.

"Your exoskeletons are pretty good."

George seemed to have opened the floodgates of conversation.

"Pretty good, right? High-tech. If it weren't for the apocalypse, they would still be kept secret and not let us use them!"

Sterling wasn't very interested in chatting and focused on the walking dead on the street.

Even, Sterling saw a zombie holding a sign, which read:

"God has abandoned us."

Two days ago, it wasn't this chaotic. Although there were frequent strikes and protests, as well as frequent crimes and mass drug use, the scene of the apocalyptic disaster today can only be described as a zombie outbreak, where humanity ultimately destroyed its own civilization with its own hands.

"What are you thinking about, so absorbed?"

Captain George nudged Sterling with his shoulder.

"Nothing, just reflecting."

George said with a chuckle:

"You scholars are sentimental, always reflecting at the drop of a hat. If you ask me, it's better to study how to survive well."

After speaking, George pointed and said:

"Quick, look, look, this one with a thin physique but incredibly fast speed is a high-level zombie!"

The zombie George was pointing at was a skinny one, but it moved very quickly.

Under the Eye of Truth, it was just a second-tier mutated zombie with a combat power of only a little over 100, on the same level as the socialite Sterling had killed.

It started chasing the car as soon as it appeared from the corner, and bullets couldn't penetrate its body, making it slightly more advanced compared to other ordinary zombies.

"You should stay as far away as possible from these fast or strong zombies in the future!"

Sterling snorted in his heart, I just killed a more formidable third-tier zombie, and if I told you, you'd be scared to death.

On the way to the embassy, they traveled a long distance, crashing through obstacles.

The streets near the embassy were blocked by fences and barbed wire. The lead car entered the embassy area first, but the combat vehicle suddenly turned.

Sterling asked in surprise:

"Aren't we going to the embassy?"

George explained:

"Kid, killing zombies can't rely solely on brute force; it's about using your brain. They've been following us all the way, and if we don't deal with them, what if they follow us into the embassy? How are we supposed to survive?"

After explaining, George took out his walkie-talkie.

"All departments, prepare."

The combat vehicle, with the following zombies, entered other blocks.

"Three, two, one, detonate!"

"Boom"

Suddenly, the parked cars on the street exploded, engulfing the zombie army behind in a sea of fire.

Sterling's spirits lifted, truly a learning experience.

George said with a smile:

"I'm not as good as you in studying, but in warfare, you're not as good as me."

"People, you can't just read books rigidly, you have to apply what you've learned flexibly."

After the combat vehicle twisted and turned, dealing with the following zombies, it finally turned into the embassy street.

As soon as the combat vehicle arrived nearby, the barbed wire fence and engineering isolation panels were moved aside by people. After the combat vehicle drove straight in, the engineering team immediately re-blocked the intersection with the barbed wire and engineering isolation panels, preventing any zombies from entering the embassy district.