I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

He threw himself on his wife and burst into tears. The postman couldn't bear to see such a scene, so he quietly pushed her away and sent a record of his actions to M4.

The boss asked me to rescue a poor wretch from the shelter? That's bizarre. And why is the academy so heavily guarding this place? Is there anything special about this man? He's pretty, I guess. But I'm not interested in men whose wives are dead.] The postman sent the message.

"That's him. Here's some information for you, please don't tell anyone else: According to Yang's intelligence, Knight is the father of the current academy leader. However, the academy leader doesn't seem to value this father much, viewing him as merely a repository for pure DNA." M4 replied quickly.

"Oh my god, that's so exciting. But how does one become the leader of this academy? It's ridiculous that he can become the leader after his wife and children die." The postman typed as the man continued to sob uncontrollably. Gazha was trying to comfort him.

[Decades ago, the Academy remotely activated this refuge. They dispatched mercenaries and researchers to abduct Knight's child and raise him. As a member of an elite family before the war, the child's genes seemed to be considered excellent by the Academy.] M4 added.

"You know what? It's really hard for me to hold it in. I'm suddenly sympathetic to this guy. He's lost his wife and child, and his child has become the leader of the murderer's faction. Does my mission remain the same? Say nothing? Accompany him through the wasteland?" The Postman shook his head.

"Just try to follow his activities. He needs to see many things with his own eyes to believe them. He's a good father and will definitely look for the child," M4 said.

"That makes sense. I'll get to know him better." After sending the message, the postman looked up at Knight, who had calmed down a bit.

270 A little scientific knowledge for pre-war people

"Nora... I promise you, I will find the culprit behind this, and then I will bring Sean back, I promise." Knight tremblingly took off the wedding ring from his wife's hand and kept it.

"Are you feeling better, Mr. Knight?" Gadaw stood beside him and asked softly.

"I don't feel well, Gazala, I... damn it. I need to cheer up. I have to go find Sean. Nora, wait for me to come back." Knight closed the freezer door, took one last look at his wife, took a deep breath, and looked at the mailman who was standing not far away, arms folded, looking over at them.

"Sir, it was this lady who brought me in. She found a way to unlock the door, so we could break into this shelter." Ga Zhua explained from the side.

"You can call me Postman No. 6. People usually call me Postman, Mr. Knight." The Postman took off his helmet and let him see his face. "I guess you have a lot of questions right now. To be honest, I have a lot of questions too. Let me pick a place to talk."

"Well...I think so. Lead the way, postman lady." said Knight.

"Wait a moment, I'll be right there." The postman activated the scanning system integrated into her helmet, scanning and recording the cryonics modeling and structure, then transmitting it to M4. She hadn't forgotten her mission: to recover as much of this technology as possible. If she couldn't, she would scan and create a database, returning for further analysis later.

As a veteran who participated in the Battle of Anchorage and survived, Knight possessed excellent combat skills and vision. He could tell at a glance that the woman in front of him was not someone to be trifled with.

It's not just the opponent's 1.9-meter height and strong body, but also the protective gear and weapons on his body, and his subconscious alertness when walking.

These were the effects of rigorous training or brutal combat. Who were they? Knight's head was still groggy as he and Gazhua pressed forward. Seeing the giant irradiated cockroaches and white bones along the way, Knight simply frowned.

"How long have I slept?" Knight asked Ga Zhua next to him.

"Master, this year is 2282, and 205 years have passed since you entered the shelter." Gazhua replied.

"What?! It's been so long?! What's happening outside?" Knight started to get excited again.

Ziz—a stream of yellow-brown liquid rushed directly onto Knight's face, soaking his close-fitting shelter uniform.

"WTF!" Knight quickly wiped the liquid off his face. "Beer?"

The postman put the beer-filled squirt gun back into his backpack. "I think you need to calm down first. I'm afraid you'll have a heart attack. Honestly, all the pre-war people I've seen are already ghouls. A living person in the prime of life is really rare. Well, you might need some time to adjust. Do you need some rest?"

"No, I... I don't want to stay here. I need to move around, do something, at least not stay in this damn place." Knight said dejectedly. Apparently, after being doused with cheap beer, his mind finally calmed down.

"You're much better than those wimps I've seen. What did you do?" The postman nodded as he watched Knight's expression gradually calm down. Regardless, his ability to control his emotions was quite impressive.

"I'm a soldier. I participated in the Battle of Anchorage. But you may not know what the Battle of Anchorage is. What about you, a postman? You're not just a postman, are you?" Knight started chatting with the postman as if to divert his attention.

"Wait? The Battle of Anchorage? You're a veteran of that battle? Holy shit!" The postman looked the man up and down. "How did you survive?!"

"How did the United States promote that battle two hundred years later? I remember seeing images of a nuclear explosion before I entered the shelter... After two hundred years, the nuclear radiation should have degraded to the point where it's habitable." Knight said based on his experience as a pre-war person.

"No, it's just that we saw a lot of posters promoting the Battle of Anchorage. Although I know there must be a lot of exaggeration in those newspapers and posters...but it's unbelievable to see a veteran in person." The postman sighed.

"I was just lucky and survived... Postman, it was hell over there, and too many people died... But the United States needed a morale-boosting battle so badly. I can understand why the media would repeatedly publicize that battle. So, postman lady, what were you doing up there? You weren't doing the job of a postman, were you?" Knight said.

"You guessed it right, I'm a postman. But I don't plan to change my name, this name is quite interesting. My postman number is number six, so my name and my nickname are the same." The postman let out a short laugh.

"I want to ask you about the outside world. Also, when you came in here, did you see some reliable protective gear and weapons?" Knight said politely.

"It's strange that you are quite polite. Well, there is still some time before my companions come over. I don't plan to go up directly. I have to wait for my companions to pick me up. As for weapons... I found a backpack nearby, and there is also a pistol and 10mm pistol bullets, as well as a treatment needle. Take it yourself." The postman handed the novice gift pack he collected to Knight.

"Thank you," Knight said, examining the pistol expertly. "Is this also... a pre-war weapon?"

"I think I need to explain the above situation to you. But first I want to tell you that I am from the West Coast, and the news I know also comes from the West Coast. I have just arrived here not long ago." said the postman.

"Before that, can I ask why you came down here?" Knight asked.

"I came here on an adventure, to dig for treasures in the shelter. If I found pre-war items or supplies, I could exchange them for bottle caps and live a few more days. But I didn't find any treasures, but I did find a living person... And a lot of teleported synths came out to beat me up, and I had to work hard to kill them." The postman got away with it.

"Mr. Knight, this postman killed at least fifty white robots by himself." Ga Zhua added.

"I don't like making a wasted trip. I also don't like rescuing a loser... So Mr. Knight, do you want to make some money with me in Boston? I have a feeling that you have a very special identity and excellent fighting ability. It will be a good idea to bring you along." The postman made a sincere invitation.

"Postman? But I want to find my son Sean. If I work with you, my work may be delayed. If you need to name a price, try your best. I will repay you to the best of my ability." Knight said seriously.

"Don't say that, brother Knight, you certainly can't afford it. Besides, you should always have a companion on the road. Look, I'm unfamiliar with this place, and you know nothing about the outside world. We are both not very familiar with this place, so why not work together?" A dull voice came from under the postman's helmet.

"You have a point. Well, my savings are definitely ruined, and my family..."

"Sir, there is nothing left at home." said Gazhua.

"I thought so. Well, what do you need from me, Madam Postman?" Knight had to admit that he couldn't get rid of this tall woman in strange clothes.

Although the clothes she was wearing looked familiar, it was impossible to infer her true identity based on her clothes.

"You are a veteran in Anchorage, right? Then you should know something about the pre-war bases and research institutes here. Go and plunder some to arm yourself, it's quite dangerous out there. And I'll make some money from selling them. Brother Knight, you also know that money is needed to get things done, right? Even hiring a private detective costs money." The postman continued to persuade.

"Your way of making money is to go to military bases and buy back weapons worth two hundred years? Do you know that even with the best storage conditions, few of the equipment will be operational after two hundred years? You dare use those things that no one maintains?" Knight said, pointing to the pistol in his hand. "Only pistols have parts that are easy to replace."

"How could that be? Power armor is obviously hundreds of years old. Shouldn't it still be able to run and move? I came here because I heard there are many undiscovered military bases on the east coast." The postman scratched his head and made up a lie.

"Being able to run and move is the characteristic of the nuclear fusion engine. The power armor...was designed from the beginning to maintain normal operation in extreme environments and behind enemy lines." Knight explained patiently.

"Tsk. Well, it seems that won't work. But soldier, you know so much, you should be familiar with handling all kinds of weapons, right? I know some soldiers just charge and pull the trigger, but you don't look like that." The postman looked at the pre-war veteran in front of him. It seemed that he had a considerable amount of pre-war military knowledge. At least much better than the NCR soldiers who were sent to the front lines after only two days of training.

"What do you think of soldiers? You said you were from the West Coast? You have to explain this to me." Knight frowned.

The postman briefly described to Knight what she had seen and heard on the West Coast, and what she had done there. She left the details of how she got there vague, saying it was a long journey, and she had simply walked along while avoiding people.

"NCR? Legion? How did they develop that kind of weird thing? I seem to have some impression of Enclave, but that organization has also been destroyed. Is the United States completely finished?" Knight covered his head in pain after listening to the explanation of the eloquent postman.

"No, America is not dead. It is still sleeping in Ulysses' head. At least that's what he said." The postman said nonsense.

"Ulysses? He appeared when you were talking about West Coast Story just now. I've always been confused. Isn't that the name of a novel? And what about sleeping in his head?" Knight felt a little puzzled.

"He took the name of a general in history. I think he was a man who reconciled the two sides. I can't remember exactly, but he was the man who wanted to deal with both NCR and the Legion. And don't mind me, that's just nonsense said by a friend of mine. Just treat him as a madman who wants to revive America two hundred years later." The postman spoke lowly of Ulysses.

"Why do you call your friend a lunatic..." Knight was speechless.

"Because it's true, he's a lunatic. Even though I've done a lot of awesome things with him - I won't refute you if you take those as bragging. In short, our relationship isn't that bad, but it doesn't affect my belief that he's a lunatic." The postman complained.

"If I find Sean, where should I let him live...should I move him to the West Coast?" Knight pondered.

"You can go to Washington on the East Coast. There's a Brotherhood of Steel doing business there. They're very nice people. By the way, I've also taken on a job for the Brotherhood of Steel, doing reconnaissance for them here. Maybe they'll come here in a few years. They're a military organization, much more reliable than their West Coast cousins," said the postman.

"I hope so. The Brotherhood of Steel sounds like a military organization willing to help others. I might be able to work more comfortably there." Knight nodded.

The two of them and a machine searched the shelter briefly. Knight found some decent-looking shelter gear and put it on. He put the extra items into Gazlaw's storage compartment. He picked up the fallen Pip-Boy and hung it on his arm.

"Now you can open the door of the shelter by yourself." The postman took out an identical one from his bag and showed it to Knight, then put it back.

After waiting for a short while, the postman's communication array rang, and M4 sent a message telling the postman that he could come up.

The ladder climbed quickly, and soon they arrived outside the platform of Shelter 111. Knight used his hands to make a canopy over his head, and only lowered it slowly after his eyes gradually adjusted to the light outside.

There were collapsed and broken buildings, dry trees, and not even a decent amount of grass growing on the barren land. There was also a large pile of synth wreckage piled up near the platform.

"It's become like this?" Knight exclaimed after stepping out of the elevator and seeing the barren land before him. "And these robots? How bizarre."

"Don't drink river water. This is not Washington. There are trace amounts of radiation in the water. Drinking too much will make you sick." The postman reminded.

"I know, that's your partner?" The postman pointed at the figure walking towards him in the distance.

M4, who was fully armed to the teeth, saw the postman and Knight next to him and quickened his pace to run over.

"It's her, hey M4!" The postman waved to M4.

"A living person coming up from below?" M4 walked over and looked at Knight, who was still having trouble adapting to the new environment, and quickly lost interest. "I haven't seen any white synths coming over here."

"It sounds like those white synths are coming for me?" Knight tried to find out.

"I don't know, and I have no right to reply to you. Maybe it's directed at you," M4 responded bluntly.

"Captain, please stop talking. Here, the technology you want. This is a freezing gun." The postman handed the freezing gun prototype he had taken out from the cabinet below to M4.

"You call a machine Captain?" Gazhua casually opened the scanning program and found that the body of the beautiful black-haired woman in front of him was made entirely of metal and leather.

"What's going on? Is there a robot war in Boston two hundred years from now?" Knight was getting more and more confused.

271 Dolls in Action

"She's a pretty special kind of robot. I'm not sure if there are so many varieties on the East Coast, but she definitely isn't on the West Coast," the postman explained.

"There aren't any machines similar to mine in Boston DC right now," M4 said, instantly seeing through his trick. He dropped the pretense, "I've received the technology. I'll give it to you after I resupply it. Is there anything else you can do for me?"

"Well, I plan to follow Mr. Knight around. After all, he is a local from two hundred years ago. What do you think, Mr. Knight?" The postman turned around and looked at the old popsicle who was thinking.

"Do you mean to follow me all the way? Where is your M4 friend?" asked Old Popsicle.

"I also have my own tasks to perform. If there is any need, please explain it now." M4's attitude was still very cold.

"Okay, I understand. Tell me where there are more people nearby, and I'll go there myself." Seeing the other party's attitude, Lao Binggun had nothing to say.

"Diamond City, here's a map for you. You should be able to understand it." M4 took out a crumpled map from his backpack and gave it to Old Popsicle.

"Thank you. I don't think I need anything else." The old popsicle gave an unpleasant smile. Perhaps in a world two hundred years from now, people like this and this attitude would be normal. It was rare to see someone like the postman next to him who was so talkative that he even came to ask for a team.

"I can't give you anything else. Postman, remember to keep in touch. If you encounter an enemy you can't defeat, remember to use flares to notify each other. Keep this thing for yourself." M4 took a last look at Old Popsicle, stuffed something into the postman's hand, and strode away.

"Huh~ We're finally leaving. I was worried that I'd be surrounded by large numbers of synths as soon as I went out~ It seems I really intimidated those people." The postman opened his hand, and it looked like a... sound-making device.

"We've analyzed the academy's transmissions and determined they're connected to the Classical Radio Station. This device automatically detects nearby transmissions and sounds an alarm if one is detected." M4 sent a series of messages to the postman.

How did you make this out of all the junk here? A radio? The postman put the device away with some suspicion.

"Perhaps these forces capable of teleportation value my DNA. I've heard that people born under the influence of nuclear radiation often have DNA mutations. Well, let's just take it one step at a time. Gazhua, postman, I need to go back home first. See if I can get anything, and then... I'll head to Diamond City."

Knight figured this out quickly, but he wasn't too scared. He just accepted the fact calmly.

"Don't forget to pick up some junk on the way to make money." The postman moved his head and followed Old Popsicle to the Shelter Villa.

***

"This is M4. The Postman has reconnected with Old Popsicle. We're on a long-term escort mission. I've disabled the alarms and disabled any nearby live cameras with the EMP." M4 reports to the AR team.

"I guess it's at least a lot easier than Ariana's job. She's still languishing in the base. Ayang gave her a long vacation. M4, besides the first and third generation synths, have you found anything else?" AR15 asked.

The academy clearly possesses powerful bio-mechanical technology. Based on the bodies left on the battlefield, they already have the technology to implant mechanical devices in human heads. This must be the Stalker Yang mentioned. M4 uploaded the data he had scanned.

"Commander, are you fooling me again? Anyway, I haven't encountered any synths here yet. The place is full of looters and Super Mutants. Every intact building here is teeming with people. These lab buildings and those connected to tech companies are incredibly crowded." RO joined the conversation.

"I'm not sure. I ran into the military. Hey, what are you doing here?" Gouzi joined the conversation. Then, a burst of wild shouting and cursing came from the other side of the microphone. Gouzi immediately cursed back. After a while of back and forth, the other side's attitude seemed to change slightly.

Then there was a series of intertwined gunshots, and after ten seconds or so, there was a complete ceasefire.

[Dog?] RO asked.

"It's a gunman organization. I found one of their bases. M4, should I destroy them?" Gouzi asked after cleaning the blood of the people at the door.

"Hmm... let's destroy them. There's no need to keep them. Yang said it's best to let the Brotherhood of Steel and the Minutemen jointly govern Boston. There's no need to keep these gunmen." M4 didn't have any intention of dividing the internal forces. If complete annihilation would be the most effective, then it would be best to kill them all. She didn't have any psychological burden.

[Roger that~ Take my grenade! You bunch of stupid humans!] A growling sound came from the dog's radio, and then it was remotely turned off by M4.

"Sister 16, how's the situation over there? I remember you went straight to Shelter 81?" M4 finally asked M16.

"I'm having a business conversation with them. You know, help them out, build some rapport. You guys don't really care about these things, you just want the Commander to get things done... You'll be dealing with humans a lot more in the future, so it's best to learn how to get along with them." M16's voice rang out, but she was already lecturing the moment she entered.

[Sister 16, it's best not to touch old popsicles here, so that's why I'm acting that way.] M4 explained.

"But my impression is that ever since we were somehow able to be transported to other worlds, your attitude towards all humans has been wrong." Humans' voices of gratitude came from Brother 16. Meanwhile, Brother 16 kept saying things like, "You're welcome."

[Everything happened for a reason.] M4 said.

"Alright. I hope so. You know what's going on, including this time when you want to switch bodies. Be careful. These technologies are no joke. That's all I have to say. M16, continue your mission." With that, Brother 16 ended the communication.

M4 hung up the phone and continued along the dilapidated Boston D.C. There weren't many people living in this area, and most of the scavengers and looters were part-timers.

Away from the city, there are many small settlements of people living alone or with a few families in the wild. M4 learned some local news from these people.

These people's attitude towards the Volunteers wasn't necessarily negative, but they all believed they were currently of no help. Many of the settlements hadn't seen any Volunteers in nearly a month.

The main factors affecting the lives of the people here are the predators that roam everywhere. Other factors include various mutant moles and ghouls that appear out of nowhere.

It's hard to say which poses the greater threat. Marauders kill and rob, while moles destroy crops and, if they bite someone, carry pathogens that can kill. By comparison, feral ghouls, which simply run and attack, are easier to deal with. At least they're not as hard to defend against as moles, and they won't shoot you.