"no no!!!"

The bad premonition in his heart came true, and when he saw that his wife, who was always kind and patient to him, and always had a smile on her face, now had only a dead head, the short-haired man collapsed on the spot.

He staggered to the dining table, knelt on his knees, tears pouring out uncontrollably.

"Lisa. Lisa" the short-haired man repeated "Lisa" inarticulately. He wanted to reach out and take his "wife" into his arms again.

But the outstretched left hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.

His remaining sense told him that the virus might remain in his "wife's" blood, and if he came into direct contact with it, he would most likely be infected.

!!

Realizing this, the short-haired man was extremely upset and blamed himself

Why!

Why is the last conversation with my wife filled with complaints and irritability!

He even had the urge to point the Remington's gun at himself and kill him all at once.

But he still endured it.

Because he still has two daughters whose whereabouts are unknown, it is necessary to determine their current status!

The short-haired man regained his energy, quickly ended his kneeling position, stood up quickly, glanced at his "wife" with a look of reluctance, then held the Remington in both hands and began to search the first floor of their house.

But as soon as he arrived at the living room, he heard a slight movement.

"Ah...! Ah...! Haha...!"

"."

The short-haired man's expression was extremely solemn.

Then, after confirming that the Remington was loaded, he steadily walked up the steps to the second floor and walked towards the room where the sound came from.

It's the eldest daughter's bedroom.

Standing at the door and looking into the bedroom, he saw a scene that made a father extremely heartbroken...

Several crazed men of different ages were doing indescribable, extremely bloody and violent acts to his eldest daughter.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"Ahh!!!"

The short-haired man's patience reached its limit, and he had no choice but to vent his anger and pain with heart-rending roars, and by constantly pulling the trigger and pulling the bolt.

"When~...when..."

Finally, the sound of bullet shells rolling and bouncing was left in the bedroom.

"Haha~...Father, come quickly...Haha~..." and the daughter said something heartbreaking in a weak tone.

The eldest daughter, whose body was broken, with almost no intact part of her body, and a "cross of blood" on her face, raised her hands to "call" with difficulty.

My daughter, who is obviously in her prime and will be able to go to college in half a month to start a new chapter in her life and enjoy her youth, has now become so "unbearable".

"It's all Daddy's fault...Daddy's fault!"

Even so, the short-haired man still loved his daughter deeply and took all the blame on himself.

Moreover, the symptoms displayed by the blood cross were no different from those of "zombie". He was not sure whether the infected people could be cured.

Seeing that his daughter was dying but still looking highly excited and crazy, the short-haired man hesitated for a moment, then raised the Remington in his hand and pointed it at his daughter, and also tilted his head slightly, unable to bear to look directly at her:

"Teresa, daddy will end your pain now, and then go to find Lina. If Lina also... well, stop saying those unlucky words, daddy loves you."

After saying that, the short-haired man's whole body was trembling, especially the right index finger that was about to pull the trigger, as if he was using all his strength.

finally.

He closed his eyes tightly and pulled the trigger.

but…

The expected gunshots were not heard.

?

Surprised, the short-haired man opened his eyes.

When he looked at it, he realized that there was no stinking room filled with corpses, nor a dying and crazy daughter. Instead, there was only endless darkness and cold nothingness.

!!!

The short-haired man couldn't even sense his existence, as if... only his consciousness, or soul, was floating in this unknown space.

Fear, confusion, and the pain of losing a loved one seem to be infinitely magnified.

【Charles Horton.】

Just when the man with a buzzcut named Charles Horton was about to collapse, a row of his name appeared above him.

Immediately afterwards, more words reappeared, and the outline of each word exuded a cold, yet very gentle golden light.

They are scattered randomly at first and then quickly regrouped:

【Do you want to change the status quo? Do you want to save your daughters?

whether.】

What's going on?

With Holden's knowledge, he simply couldn't understand the rows of writing and what this void space was, and his brain couldn't make a judgment in time.

【pickup,

Jiu,

eight…】

Suddenly, on the right side of the query, another string of "words" that he could not understand, which may be Chinese characters, appeared one by one in a rhythmic manner.

It's obviously a countdown.

Holden immediately recovered from the downtime, and seemed to have fallen into a swamp or quagmire. He grabbed the branch that someone stretched out and tried his best, shouting:

"Yes! Yes!! I want to save them!!!"

[Received.] After receiving a positive reply, the golden light handwriting changed again:

【Binding...

Binding completed, number 016.

Transmitting...]

??

As the words continue to change and Holden continues to be confused, the void space he is in is rapidly collapsing...

In other words, some kind of shadowless and invisible force is forcibly "drag[ing]" him, leaving the void space at an extremely fast speed, and performing the so-called "teleportation".

———————

…

Shortly after…

【Transmission completed.】

"Where are we?!"

"Maybe in... the train?"

"How can a train be so wide?"

As his vision gradually recovered, Holden also heard words and languages ​​with various accents, and it seemed like there was some kind of "self-service translation" that allowed him to understand what everyone said.

Wait until the visual field returns to normal.

Holden saw that he was in a spacious but airtight space. It might be because of the dark red lights on the metal deck, bulkheads, and a row of lights above, as well as the occasional shaking and stumbling, which made everyone around him guess.

Here's "train".

Mention the crowd.

Holden looked around and made a rough count. At least one hundred forty or fifty people were gathered here.

And there is still a lot of space left in the "train car", otherwise some people would question whether this is a train after all.

At the same time, just as Holden had guessed that he had a "self-help translator", the races, skin colors, clothing, etc. of the people around him all had different and "characteristics".

Like him, he was still dressed in trousers, a shirt, and leather shoes, holding a Remington in his hand that failed to relieve his eldest daughter's pain.

In addition, there are soldiers with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, upright faces, wearing four-leaf camouflage uniforms, and holding bullpup rifles.

The military uniforms, equipment, and weapons are all extremely expensive, and the "dump truck" of the helmet is even equipped with a four-eye night vision device. At first glance, he is the elite of the special forces.

Whether they are police officers, doctors, high-ranking officials, celebrities, or even terrorists wearing headscarves, white robes and simple chest hangings, it can be said that typical representatives from all over the world have gathered together.

Seeing this, even though he is an adult, as a game nerd, and Holden who usually likes fitness and pays attention to military and science fiction, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine.
To be continued...