The interior of the RV had undergone a complete transformation, leaving it with a sleek array of buttons filling up the dashboard. Emma's gaze swept over the intricate panel, her brow furrowing in confusion at the multitude of options before her. Each button seemed to hold a promise of unknown capabilities, leaving her both scared and excited.
However, among the sea of buttons, Emma's attention was drawn to a small paper lying nearby. With a curious tilt of her head, she reached out and picked it up, discovering it to be a manual guide detailing the functions of each button. As she skimmed through the pages, Emma's curiosity grew.
One particular button caught her eye, labeled simply as "water." With a sense of exploring, Emma pressed it, half-expecting nothing more than a simple water spray. But to her surprise, a panel on the exterior of the RV suddenly slid open, revealing a powerful water cannon hidden within.
Within moments, a torrent of water erupted from the cannon, spraying outward with impressive force. Emma watched in awe as the water blasted through the air, an impressive display of the RV's newfound powers.
Quickly realizing the potential of such a weapon, Emma pressed the button again, bringing an abrupt end to the watery onslaught. A sense of excitement filled her as she considered the possibilities of the other buttons.
With a gleam of excitement in her eye, Emma was amazed by how clever the weapon built into her RV was. As she continued to try out buttons a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. What could be better indeed?
As Emma finished exploring all the buttons, the horizon was tinged with the first light of dawn. Yet, far from feeling tired, she was energized by the possibilities laid out before her. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and her grin revealed her sheer delight in her discovery.
This vehicle was beyond perfect—it was a masterpiece of modern engineering. What set it apart was not just its functionality but its sustainability. Unlike traditional cars relying on fossil fuels, this masterpiece ran on the power of the elements: sunlight, electricity, wind, and water. Emma couldn't contain her joy at the thought of never having to worry about running out of fuel again.
Moreover, the materials used in its construction had been upgraded to an extraordinary degree. The once already high-end steel and glass had been reinforced to withstand incredible forces. Even the glass, in particular, was now basically indestructible, capable of bearing the weight of a hundred tons without so much as a crack.
Emma wearily trudged into her house, her body protesting with every step. As she gazed into the mirror, she couldn't help but wince at the sight of herself. She is full of dry bloodstains. A few streaks of blood also on her face. Yet, she knew none of it belonged to her. Her hair which she had put in a ponytail in the morning was now loosely held together by the ribbon she used. She looks like a crazy girl who had just escaped a crime and lived in the woods for a few days.
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With a sigh, Emma threw out the bloodied garments and stepped into the cleansing embrace of a quick, refreshing shower. The warm water cascaded over her tired body, washing away the remnants of the day’s chaos and easing her weary muscles.
After the shower, Emma eagerly went to her barrel. As she sank into it, the water enveloped her like a comforting embrace, its magical properties seeping into her skin and soothing her aches. As time went by, Emma felt more and more relaxed, like all her worries were disappearing.
As she waited for the water to work its magic, Emma's mind drifted to the mission that lay ahead. The mission of the missing Safety Measures gnawed at her thoughts. What could they be, and where could she find them? With a shake of her head, Emma shakes off the questions. She will find out tomorrow after a good sleep.
When Emma finally stirred from her sleep the next day, the sun had already reached its highest point in the sky. With a growling stomach reminding her of the time, she hastily prepared a breakfast-lunch combo and settled in front of the television.
As she flicked through the channels, Emma's attention was captured by a young woman delivering the news with a clear, authoritative voice. "Yesterday at Highway 793, a biting event occurred..." the reporter's words echoed through the room.
Turning to her phone for more information, Emma found herself scrolling through news reports from around the world, each detailing similar incidents of biting events. However, the reports seemed to be carefully crafted, with the government controlling the stories and downplaying the severity of the situation.
But despite the efforts to remove panic, the comments sections were full of chatter. People refused to accept the official story, instead sharing their accounts of encounters with the undead. "It's zombies, I know it," one commenter declared, their words echoing the thoughts of many. Another chilling comment recounted witnessing a woman being bitten to death, only to rise again moments later.
Emma's fingers danced across the screen as she typed out a comment, sharing her knowledge of the undead. "Zombies are easier to kill at this early stage," she wrote her words as an important warning to those who trust her. "The easiest way is to completely remove their head from their body."
She continued, her tone grave yet informative. "A bite, scratch, or even tasting the saliva or blood of the zombie will turn you into one too," she cautioned, emphasizing the importance of avoiding any contact with the infected.
"These early-stage zombies don't have any coherent thought," Emma added, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she shared her expertise. "They're driven purely by their thirst for human blood." She went on to explain the rapid transformation process, noting that it took only three minutes for a person to turn into a zombie.
As she concluded her comment, Emma offered practical advice to those facing the undead. "They can't see very well, so bright lights attract them," she warned. "But their sense of smell and hearing are good, so be cautious."
With her knowledge shared across different comment sections across various news reports, Emma closed her phone, knowing that she had done what she could to help others prepare for the looming threat. This was her contribution to the fight against the upcoming darkness. Welcome to the world of the undead.