Zombie Apocalypse: Don't be afraid, I'm not a good person.

In a residential building by the street, several ragged people cautiously approached the window. They glanced fearfully at the horde of corpses on the street below, then looked up gently at the helicopter flying towards the city center.

Inside a shop, newspapers covered the glass door to block the zombies' view, and behind the door, tables and chairs formed a flimsy barrier. A group of survivors hid behind the shelves inside, covering their mouths tightly, afraid to make a sound for fear of attracting the attention of the zombie horde on the street.

The heavy, dense footsteps echoed in my ears, but my eyes eagerly followed the planes in the sky.

On the fifth floor of the shopping mall, dozens of survivors pointed tearfully at the helicopter in the sky...

High-rise office buildings, school cafeterias, factory rooftops, and city sewers!

Throughout the entire city of Hanzhou, countless survivors hidden in the shadows saw these planes at the same moment.

Everyone was no exception; they were excited, happy, expectant, and filled with hope!

Their gazes were fixed on the plane, but eventually all settled on the leaflets falling from the sky!

If it were just a plane passing by, they wouldn't have forgotten their long-standing habit of being extremely cautious!

To them, was that a flyer?

No!

That was a ray of light in the darkness!

That was their guide to survival!

Only when the military is ready to begin rescue operations will planes send messages to the public in this way!

It's unclear how long the plane carrying Shenhe had been gone, but the zombies in this area were finally all gone.

The neighborhood finally fell completely quiet.

But soon after, footsteps could be heard on the street again.

Several people ran out of the apartment building's unit door, and the sound of tables and chairs being moved came from the shops covered with newspapers. The school cafeteria door was opened, and a group of people were rushing down the stairs of the office building. The roof door of the shopping mall was smashed open, and the crowd rushed to the roof!

The moment the zombies were lured away, everyone's eyes were fixed on one thing: the flyers on the ground.

Throughout Hanzhou City, the sounds of vibrant and eager footsteps filled the air. They had waited for this day for far too long, so long that they thought they would never see it again!

On the street, several groups of people suddenly appeared from various corners and met. Each of them was holding a weapon. None of them spoke, but they just watched each other's movements warily.

It's been almost a month since the apocalypse began, and those who have survived in the city have all relied on a combination of tenacity and ruthlessness!

But no one wanted to waste time. There were plenty of flyers on the ground. Several groups exchanged fierce glances and tacitly chose the direction they wanted to go, then backed away to pick up the colorful flyers!

Soon! Someone saw the contents of the flyer!

"Beichuan Base Command Announcement"

To all surviving residents of the city:

The Beichuan base was recently established by the national navy.

It is now officially in use!

Today, the urban area emergency response plan has been activated.

Due to the extremely wide extent of the disaster, the military was unable to carry out the task of clearing out zombies and rescuing them from street to street!

The military will use aircraft to guide the horde of zombies out of the city, giving surviving residents room to maneuver.

All surviving residents are requested to proceed to the nearest assembly point on the morning of August 31st to await evacuation!

The assembly points are as follows:

Chengdong—Hanzhou No.1 High School Playground

Chengnan - The First People's Hospital of the City

West of the City - Shidi Park

North of the city - Museum

City Center - Hanju City Municipal Square

This is the final rescue operation; if the evacuation area is not reached by the deadline, no further operation will be arranged.

Beichuan Base Joint Command Post!

—August 29, 2027.

A woman in her forties finished reading the flyer in a trembling voice, then let go of it, and the flyer fluttered to the ground.

She knelt down on the curb with a thud, tears falling onto the paper, repeatedly murmuring, "Finally... finally... my son..."

Besides her, others were also on the verge of collapse, with many sitting on the ground, covering their faces and weeping.

"Brother! Rescue has arrived! Rest in peace down there... I'm alive..."

"Waaaaaah—!"

Of course, many people finally saw hope and were extremely excited, studying the flyers repeatedly.

"Two days later? Go there yourself?"

"Great! The best high school is just two blocks away!"

"We're finally going to be saved, honey!"

"Stop howling! Aren't you hungry? Now that the zombies are gone, we can go and collect supplies!"

"Let's go! Hurry up! We're going to be rich!"

Those who realized what was happening reminded their companions, and then the group ran towards the shops that they couldn't search for before.

The crowds on the street were filled with anticipation of an impending rescue and began frantically looting supplies.

A manhole cover on the street trembled, then was lifted from the inside. A thin, muscular arm pried the cover open from below, revealing a pair of eyes that squinted and cautiously scanned the area.

Coincidentally, there were several flyers next to the manhole cover.

Another lean arm reached out, grabbed the flyer, and quickly withdrew, restoring the manhole cover to its original position.

Throughout the entire process, the heavy manhole cover remained stable.

The owner of the strong arms didn't leave. He stood on the sewer ladder and read through the leaflet by the sunlight streaming in through the hole in the manhole cover.

Sunlight shone on his face, revealing a thin and frightening face. His face looked as if it had been bitten open by something and then roughly stitched up, with ugly suture scars covering the healed skin.

After reading the flyer, his facial expression remained unchanged, only a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

He stuffed the flyer into his pocket, grabbed the ladder, and climbed down, turning on his flashlight.

The sewer system in Hanzhou City is very well constructed, entirely of reinforced concrete, with interconnected channels covering the entire city. As a result, the city has never experienced flooding due to heavy rain. Even if the roads are slightly submerged, it's only because the manhole covers are blocked and the water can't drain away.

Moreover, because human society has come to a standstill, the sewers no longer smell bad, and the water flowing in the rivers is clear.

The lean man walked very fast. He seemed very familiar with the passageways of the sewers, and his numerous turns quickly confused the author, leaving him wondering where he was going.

He walked for more than an hour, and his breathing remained steady and his steps were still firm.

From the passage ahead, voices gradually drifted in, along with a faint fragrance.

He turned another corner, and ahead, a fire was lit in the passageway. Several figures sat around the fire, their laughter echoing in the pipes.

A whiff of cumin mixed with the aroma of meat wafted over.

There were seven people in total, four boys and three girls. They were all good-looking, the kind of handsome boys and beautiful girls in their class when they were in school.

They were dressed casually, all in short sleeves and trousers, but regardless of gender, their arms and calves were taut with a thin layer of muscle, their waists and abdomens were well-defined, and you could even see clear abs and V-lines.

It's not the kind of bulky build, but rather lean, taut, and exuding a powerful, explosive energy.

They sat on the dry canal edge, separated into men and women, with homemade spears, machetes, and iron-clad shields beside them.

A simple grill, made of twisted steel bars, was set up over the shallow ditch in the middle. A large, hairless rat, about two meters long, was skewered on it. The rat was roasted until its skin was golden brown and crispy, with oil dripping down and sizzling in the charcoal fire.