"Damn, if that's the case, do you know what that means?"

　　"What?"

　　Karl said with great certainty: "This means that the government has no time to respond. In other words, the government has been paralyzed. In a short period of time, we survivors can only survive on our own."

　　Denzel opened his mouth wide and said in shock: "Damn! What should we do? Dig a hole and hide ourselves?"

　　Karl patted Denzel on the shoulder and said with a smile: "You are lucky to have met me. Do you know Rising S Company? My father is an engineer for this company."

　　"What? Rising S? What does this company do?"

　　Karl shrugged helplessly and explained: "Rising S Company specializes in the design and construction of underground bunkers and underground residences. Their products include various types of underground facilities, from underground bunkers, underground shelters to underground residences, to cope with Various emergencies such as natural disasters, nuclear threats or other emergencies.”

　　"Of course, only rich people can afford these products. If my father didn't work for them, I wouldn't be interested in learning about this company."

　　Denzel asked curiously: "You mean, can we go directly to the shelters that have been built to take refuge?"

　　"Correct, my father has been responsible for the construction of many doomsday bunkers. My dad has kept records of the locations of most of them. He even kept spare keys just for times like this."

　　"Denzel, you are a good man. If you want, you can go to a bunker with us to take refuge. You can also bring your family with you. In this fucking doomsday, we need to help each other."

　　Karl reached out to Denzel and formally extended an invitation to him.

　　Denzel showed a hesitant look. If he were a twenty-year-old boy, he would agree to Karl's invitation without hesitation, but he already has a family...

　　After thinking twice, Denzel held Karl's right hand: "Thank you for the invitation, Karl. It's too early to say this now, isn't it?"

　　"Haha, that's right. How about this? I'll take you home first. How about that?"

　　Denzel grinned and fist bumped with Karl.

　　After a short rest, the two set off again.

　　"Karl, your route choice is really great. You basically didn't encounter any zombies along the way, hahaha!"

　　Karl shrugged and said nonchalantly: "Of course, normal people wouldn't choose to hang out here on Christmas Eve."

　　"Moreover, it won't be long before the surviving people will evacuate the big cities one after another and choose to recuperate in inaccessible places."

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　　"I know! Just like in The Walking Dead, find a remote farm or a prison or something, right?"

　　"Absolutely, but the safest place is the underground shelter. After all, the zombies here are much worse than the zombies in The Walking Dead."

　　To be honest, Karl feels that these zombies are somewhat similar to the zombies in "Left 4 Dead", they are fast and manic.

　　"Look, this is it. Across this street is my home. Thank God, the road conditions here are much better than before."

　　Karl turned off the accelerator and shouted loudly: "Then what are you waiting for? Let's go quickly!!!"

　　Two minutes later.

　　"Denzel, park the car here to avoid attracting zombies to your house. Then we will walk over and keep quiet, okay?"

　　"Brother, you are really thoughtful!"

　　"I just hate trouble, OK, let's go, you lead the way!"

　　Denzel nodded, and after confirming that the zombies wandering in the distance had not noticed them, he leaned down and cautiously approached his home.

　　"Welcome to my home, Karl. Sorry, I've been a little busy recently and haven't had time to mow the lawn."

　　Karl shook his head slightly: "Stop talking nonsense and open the door! You didn't bring the key, did you?"

　　"Of course not, look!" Denzel took out a bunch of keys and shook them.

　　"Shh! Be quiet."

　　"OKOK! You are the boss!"

　　When Denzel opened the door, Karl took out his pistol and turned on the safety. There were some things he couldn't say directly to Denzel, but he had to be prepared.

　　Squeak~

　　After the door opened, it was very quiet inside. You could even see the Christmas tree and gifts in the living room from the door.

　　However, the Christmas tree fell to the ground, gifts were scattered messily on the ground, and the smell of blood hit his face.

　　Denzel clenched his fists and took a deep breath.

　　"Theresa (Denzel's wife)?...."

　　"Elton (Denzel's son)?...."

　　"mom?"

　　"Are you there? It's me (crying), Denzel, I'm back!"

　　At this time, Denzel seemed to have guessed something, and the corners of his eyes were already flooded with crystal tears.

　　Karl took a deep breath and couldn't help but wonder, will it be like this when he gets home?

　　Karl took a deep breath and couldn't help but think, will it be like this when he goes home?

　　Roar~

　　Teresa, wearing an apron, rushed over from the kitchen with a roar. Karl spotted her immediately and shouted: "Denzel, be careful!"

　　Karl raised his gun and pointed it at Denzel's wife.

　　"NO!" "Bang!"

　　Denzel yelled and pushed away Karl's gun. The bullet missed, but he himself was thrown to the ground by Theresa.

　　"Ahhhh!" Denzel made a painful sound, and his shoulder was bitten by Teresa.

　　"Are you crazy? She is a zombie now!"

　　"boom!"

　　Karl shot again, blowing Theresa's head off.

　　"Nonononooo~"

　　Denzel held Teresa's body and cried.

　　But soon, footsteps were heard upstairs, and two zombies attacked.

　　"Elton...Mom..." Seeing his relatives become like this, Denzel completely collapsed.

　　He raised his gun and after two gunshots, he killed his son and mother with his own hands.

　　The room became quiet again. Karl looked at the wound on Denzel's shoulder and shook his head.

　　Although he and Denzel are both survivors, they are still different. Perhaps, Denzel will soon transform into a zombie.

　　Karl sighed and looked at the clock in the living room - 9:53.

　　Denzel looked at the corpses of his wife, son, and mother with a numb expression, silent and without saying a word.

　　After a few minutes, Denzel raised his head and handed the gun in his hand to Karl.

　　"Like I said before, Karl, kill me."

　　Karl took the pistol and shook his head: "No, I can't do it."

　　Denzel smiled bitterly and nodded: "OK..."

　　Denzel stood up with Teresa in his arms and placed her body on the sofa, followed by his son and mother.

　　Then, Denzel lifted up the Christmas tree and arranged the gifts on the ground neatly.

　　After doing all this, Denzel himself sat on the sofa, holding his son's shoulder with his left hand and his wife with his right hand, looking at the TV in front of him with a smile.

　　At 10:05, Denzel began to convulse, tremble, and make strange noises from his mouth. Karl, who was standing behind the sofa, raised his gun and pointed it at the back of Denzel's head.

　　"Merry Christmas, Roderick family!"

　　boom!