Countdown
Neutron bomb—a small-yield hydrogen weapon designed to maximize lethal radiation while minimizing blast damage.
Its advantages?
Weak shockwave.
Intense neutron radiation.
No lingering fallout (dissipates within hours).
Detonated over a city, it could kill every living thing while leaving buildings intact.
The Foundation's plan was clear: Erase both zombies and survivors in one stroke.
Bold move.
Since the Site Director had recalled Nine-Tailed Fox, Site-19 presumably had neutron shielding.
That left Luo Shu two options:
Return to Site-19 (underground safety).
Flee the city (outrun the blast radius).
The Foundation wouldn't nuke beyond city limits. Containment was the goal, not apocalypse.
Decision time.
Luo Shu checked the city map on the store computer.
The edge was closer.
This isn't about spite toward Bearded Jack. Pure survival math.
Grabbing the GLOCK-19, some high-calorie rations, and water, he slipped out the back.
The streets were eerily quiet—zombies lured away by Jack's gunfire.
No resistance.
At the intersection, abandoned MTF vehicles sat idle.
One still had keys.
"Thanks for the diversion, Boss."
But luck ran out on the main highway.
Gridlock.
A graveyard of cars, now prowled by zombies.
Engine noise drew them like moths.
11 bullets wouldn't clear a path.
Luo Shu reversed, weaving through side roads—bumping off zombies, smearing the windshield with gore.
Finally, trapped again.
4-5 km from the edge.
30 minutes left.
On foot now.
Then—SCP-055's anti-memetic effect.
Zombies ignored him, resuming their shambling.
A bike leaned against a lamppost.
Perfect.
Pedaling past undead hordes, he reached the city limits in 10 minutes.
There:
Helicopters. Armored vehicles. Military blockades.
Foundation MTFs and New World troops herded survivors into quarantine camps.
"No one leaves."
Typical.
Luo Shu smirked. The capital's elite had already fled.
The rest? Expendable.
He cycled toward the barricade—invisible to guards.
Then—
A Foundation truck arrived, unloading a device.
Alarm bells rang in Luo Shu's mind.
He pedaled harder.
Too late.
A blue energy barrier erupted from the ground, sealing the city.
Luo Shu rammed into it, bouncing off like a fly hitting glass.
Other barriers rose, merging into a dome.
Final touch:
A drone helicopter slipped through the closing gap.
Payload:
The neutron bomb.
20-minute countdown began.