(1) Huong Son Film City Shelter (1)

Beep beep

The moving vehicle suddenly stopped.

Quy Thu Nguyet's head slumped onto the steering wheel, unconscious. The car horn blared continuously, its piercing sound spreading out in all directions. In the distant darkness of the night, a few zombies limped and wandered.

As the piercing sound of the horn reached them.

The limping, dazed zombies, as if they had been trapped in a desert for a long time and a bottle of "Baby Haha" mineral water had poured into their bodies, piercing their hearts, instantly recovered all their strength. They roared ferociously, surging towards the source of the sound.

Early morning.

Lam Pham received a call from Professor Ha.

"Is it raining?" Lam Pham looked at the street outside, "No, it's not raining here in Hoang City. The weather is very good, the air is very fresh. Professor Ha, why are you asking about this? Has something happened?"

"Lam Pham, you once told me that after a thunderstorm, new Awakened ones would appear, or zombies would evolve, is that correct?"

Over the phone, Professor Ha urgently wanted to know. As a professor, he clearly could conduct his own research, yet he was asking Lam Pham, who was ignorant about science.

Perhaps this was a situation of "the doctor doesn't heal himself."

Lam Pham could hear from Professor Ha's tone a kind of hope for an affirmative answer from him.

He didn't answer immediately.

Instead, he pondered.

A lie can be well-intentioned, but if it concerns the truth, then a well-intentioned lie might bring unimaginable disaster.

Thinking about various things that had happened in the past, combined with what everyone had told him about the period of awakening abilities.

"Professor Ha, yes, you are right. I once thought thunderstorms were just simple thunderstorms, but I think this might be an opportunity for evolution," Lam Pham said.

Professor Ha's side fell silent. After a moment, a sighing sound came through.

"Something has happened here..."

He told Lam Pham about Quy Thu Nguyet and the lucky cells. Dangerous things,讓人 (making people) unable to figure them out. Even he was helpless, only able to watch things happen, with no solution.

Hearing what Professor Ha said.

Lam Pham, for a moment, didn't know how to reply.

He knew the three major bases were all desperately researching, even willing to casually sacrifice lives for it. However, upon learning of such situations, no matter who it was, it was a distressing and sorrowful matter.

"Sigh, Professor Ha, stop researching," Lam Pham thought for a moment, then slowly said.

Professor Ha said nothing.

Lam Pham said: "You research these things because you want to discover the truth through science and technology, but it's too dangerous. In my opinion, it's better to properly research and develop battle armor. If possible, why not move the equipment to Hoang City? A huge shelter has been completed, and your help is needed."

"Understood," Professor Ha said.

Lam Pham thought of the lucky cells Professor Ha mentioned, and then thought of situations appearing in many movies, often with distorted types, which could be called monsters.

The lucky cells Professor Ha's group was researching could very well be the origin of a different kind of monster.

Hanging up the phone.

Standing on the balcony, he looked up at the sky. The bright sky looked beautiful, but in other places, there were still terrifying things happening.

"Good morning, Old Masters."

Going downstairs, he greeted the old men, starting his daily life.

There were quite a few things to do today.

The shelter's range had expanded, considered a significant development. The expansion of territory and overall personnel allocation were Han Suong's responsibility, as the overall leader, while Vuong Khai coordinated with Han Suong.

The crowd living in the shelter was carefree.

At the same time, they were also shining and contributing, bringing comprehensive changes to the shelter.

Walking out of the main gate of the residential area.

Looked up.

Brother Hang and the others continued to patrol on the distant rooftops.

Han Suong, Van Kiet, Tu Trach Duong, and Vuong Khai were busy. They arranged for survivors to push small carts. The small carts were filled with soil, which was being piled up according to a plan. The current shelter was different from before; it needed more comprehensive categorization. They couldn't plant one batch here and another batch there, making it look messy and dirty.

Lam Pham walked over to Han Suong's side.

"Where did the steel behemoth go?"

That was the treasure in Han Suong and her group's hearts. When going out, they relied on that modified and reinforced vehicle. It rammed everything in its path; whoever it hit was unlucky.

Han Suong said: "Lao Mao took Chuc Thanh, Dong Giai, Diep Thien, and Old Chung out to find zombies for combat practice."

Towards Awakened ones, she was somewhat envious. Who wouldn't want to instantly become a superman, go out and slash zombies? That feeling would be extremely satisfying, wouldn't it? No choice, one understands to retreat to a secondary position. For them, as Awakened ones, practicing against zombies was to increase combat experience, which would be of great help to the shelter in the future.

"Truly hardworking."

Lam Pham discovered that ever since crystals could enhance strength, their enthusiasm had been actively mobilized.

He felt that perhaps Dong Giai had gotten addicted from her first time slashing zombies and always wanted to go out and continue, just like men also get addicted to bathing.

A very strange way of making an analogy.

In the city.

On uncleared streets, limping, wandering zombies always existed.

A cold light flashed.

Pfft pfft!

Pfft pfft!

The zombies that were just limping on the street encountered unimaginable damage, instantly falling to the ground. Looking closely, one could see this group of zombies had been cleaved at the waist, the wounds smooth and neat.

"The previous speed was still a bit slow. It needs to be even faster."

He looked at the corpses of the zombies hunted behind him.

Opened the bag to look at the number of crystals inside.

From going out until now, he had harvested ten crystals, nine of which were white crystals, and one black crystal.

Chung Han Quoc had told him that he felt swallowing black crystals had the best effect, while white crystals had a much weaker effect. It should be that their awakened abilities had reached a new level, and the energy contained in white crystals could hardly support their needs.

Suddenly.

He saw a shop.

A stationery shop.

"Dong Dong is still young. Although he has turned into a zombie, he, like Officer Hoang, has always maintained his reason. He should continue to receive education."

Lam Pham, without thinking, stepped over the corpse-littered ground and walked into the shop.

Too much time had passed.

The shop was piled high with dust.

Various stationery items were scattered all over the floor.

These things were children's favorites. Any child who loved studying would have their eyes light up upon seeing these stationery items. It was just a pity that now, no one cared about these things.

He picked up a brand new schoolbag, very nice, with a cartoon pattern on the front. Then he chose exercise books, a pencil case, pens, erasers, etc., for Dong Dong.

After buying the items, he went to the counter, habitually took out money to pay, placed the money on the counter, then left the shop with the purchased items.

Then he continued to hunt zombies. This was something he had to do every day. It looked very relaxed, just a bit dull and uninteresting.

If he could meet living survivors on the road while hunting zombies, his mood would be much better. Living people were more important than anything else.

Looking at the surrounding desolate buildings, the damage was very severe, especially those high-rise buildings, with their broken windows, all indicating how terrifying the situation was at that time. For the living survivors, perhaps some even wanted to commit suicide at that time.

At this moment.

"Woo woo..."

Suddenly, the sound of crying came.