(4) As Always, Someone Quietly Steps Forward, The Sole Resistance (4)

"Yes. You don't really need to worry about ordinary zombies, but you must be wary of evolved zombies. Take a look at the handbook I gave you, and you'll understand," Lam Pham said.

It was those evolved zombies that had driven humanity to the brink.

"Yes, I will study it carefully." Hoc Phan's mood also lightened considerably. He felt this was his luckiest day, meeting the somewhat miraculous Lam Pham.

A while later.

The time for parting arrived.

The Resistance Army members shouldered their weapons and bid a grateful farewell to Lam Pham. They were heading into the distance, searching for their main forces while rescuing more survivors and eliminating more zombies.

They knew that such actions, in the grand scheme of the apocalypse, were like a grain of sand in the desert, unlikely to have a major impact. But it was something they had to do.

If you don't do it, and I don't do it, then no one will.

Relying on someone else was not an option.

Only when everyone united and put in their own effort could results be seen.

"We're leaving." Hoc Phan came before Lam Pham and gave a farewell salute.

"Safe travels. I hope you all remain safe."

"We will. When the sunlight can cover every corner, and the living can stand safely under the sun, that will be the time we meet again. When that time comes, we'll definitely drink with you, no holding back."

"Deal."

Lam Pham rarely drank, but at this moment, he nodded firmly.

He had already given the satellite phone to Hoc Phan.

If they encountered danger, they were to call him.

He would be able to get there in an extremely short amount of time.

Soon.

Lam Pham watched as one armored car and transport truck after another departed, until they vanished from sight.

"Officer Hoang, are you leaving too?"

"Yes."

Officer Hoang, clad in the newest armor, walked off into the distance, his direction opposite to that of Hoc Phan and his group.

One group after another, people filled with confidence in the future, headed towards unknown destinations.

There are those who seize advantageous positions, relying on their own power to do as they please, reveling in the joy they gain from taking from others.

But in such an environment.

There are still those who selflessly dedicate themselves, burning like candles to give off their last ounce of strength, hoping to warm those in need.

"Everyone, I will take you to a place of hope."

Lam Pham turned around and said to them with a smile.

Because there were children, his leaping speed slowed down considerably.

The adults would be fine.

But the children were still young, and too much jolting was not good.

The old paint factory shelter had an underground passage that could extend all the way to the outside.

Kim Minh Hao's expression was grim.

"That damned man, why did he have to show up here? It's always him, ruining our good plans."

He was, of course, talking about Lam Pham.

He had to vent his anger.

Lam Pham was the bane of all zombies and apocalyptic tyrants.

Kim Minh Hao had run fast. If not for his premonition and timely escape, the consequences would have been unthinkable. How did such a terrifying human even exist? Even if humans awakened, they couldn't possibly be this terrifying.

"The boss will be furious."

Kim Minh Hao frowned and picked up his phone, dialing a number for a certain base.

"Ly Long, do you have any Awakened ones?"

"Yes."

"Very good. I'll come pick them up myself."

And in another shelter.

Ly Long hung up the phone and looked at Ngo Dong Luong beside him. A man who once sought hope had, under his tutelage, or rather, under the influence of the environment, also turned into a ruthless executioner.

He had told Ngo Dong Luong that if you are merciful, you are being cruel to yourself.

The other man had not disappointed him.

From his initial hesitation to his current ruthlessness and cruelty.

If Moc Lam and Truong Hao, who were now in the Sunshine Shelter, knew that their former companion had become a demonic existence, they would be absolutely heartbroken.

They had once fled together as companions, but because of a single choice made during a stop, the paths they took diverged in a monumental way.

"Go and get that group of Awakened ones ready for me. Someone will be here to pick them up soon."

"Yes."

Ngo Dong Luong lowered his head, a cruel glint flashing in his eyes. He turned and walked towards a certain area of the base. During this time, he had become a vicious executioner.

The number of survivors who had died at his hands was at least seven or eight, if not ten.

Not to mention the survivors he had brutally tortured.

Inside an armored car.

"Zombie Illustrated Handbook..."

Hoc Phan flipped through the Zombie Illustrated Handbook. The contents were truly astonishing, completely opening up his perspective and teaching him many things he never knew.

Awakened ones.

He thought of the few people in their main forces who possessed natural divine strength.

Now it seemed that this natural divine strength meant they were Awakened ones.

And crystals.

The types of zombies.

All sorts of information continuously bombarded his mind.

A while later.

He slowly closed the Zombie Illustrated Handbook. He had finished reading the contents and had committed them to memory.

This was truly an apocalyptic bible.

"Lam Pham of the Hoang City Sunshine Shelter... he truly is a miraculous person."

Hoc Phan sighed with emotion. He then passed the Zombie Illustrated Handbook to the person next to him, telling them to gather together and study it carefully, that they must remember its contents by heart.

Then, he touched the satellite phone.

This was what Lam Pham had given him.

He had told him very seriously... if you encounter any dangerous situation, don't try to force it, don't take risks, you must call him and wait for him to arrive.

At this moment, he truly understood.

This satellite phone would determine the safety of his small squad.

Even if it meant sacrificing his life.

He could not lose this satellite phone.

Night.

Hoang City Sunshine Shelter.

Lam Pham leaned his hands on the balcony railing, looking at the brightly lit night. From a time when only his was the single lit window, to a shelter now filled with countless lights.

A happy and gratified smile appeared on his face.

He looked into the distant darkness, as if within that gloom, he could faintly see the hope of a beautiful future waving at him.

This was the hope of the living.

It was an even more beautiful hope.

He knew this was not false, nor was it an illusion.

As long as he always persevered, it would surely become reality.

The sky gradually darkened.

Lam Pham returned to his room, lay on the bed, and looked at the soundly sleeping Manh Manh. He then pulled the covers over her, stared at the ceiling for a moment, slowly closed his eyes, and began to dream of the future he longed for.