In 2009, human scientists invented a new virus. After tens of thousands of clinical experiments, it was confirmed that the success rate in curing cancer is as high as 250%.
The whole world is excited!
People celebrated the arrival of a new era with joy, actively injected themselves with the virus, and then... nothing happened!
Cancer patients who were injected with the virus recovered and all died a few months later. Well... in a sense, the treatment was indeed successful. Even if they died, these people did not die from cancer.
Things didn't end there. The virus mutated and changed from blood-borne to air-borne.
90% of the world's six billion people died directly. Of the remaining people, 9% mutated into night demons that could only move at night. Only 1% produced antibodies and could endure the humiliation and survive.
These 1% of human beings live a very miserable life, running around for food and water during the day, and trying to avoid the night demons at night.
What's worse is that you can't even cast in hell mode. In other zombie worlds, if you don't want to be a human, you can bite the zombies, but they can't do that. They have their own antibodies and will passively refuse to surrender.
Colonel Robert Neville was a talented pathogen scholar who served the US military. As a pioneer in researching virus vaccines, he could only do nothing as he watched the virus spread rampantly.
In anxiety, he put his wife and daughter on a helicopter out of the city, but witnessed the tragedy of the helicopter crash.
After losing his family, Robert had only one reason to live, and that was to use the immune system in his blood to find a way to reverse the virus.
Three years passed by, New York became a dead city, and Robert became the only human being left here.
Time took away everything, leaving only memories for Robert, leaving him struggling in loneliness!
Robert once thought that loneliness was when there was only one person left in the world, but only when he was the only one left in the world did he know what true loneliness was.
The so-called loneliness, you yourself are the whole world!
Although Robert was accompanied by a German blackback named Sam, dogs couldn't speak and he hadn't communicated with anyone in three years. He relied on the discipline of a soldier to barely keep his spirit from collapsing.
He has been holding on until now, and he can hardly hold it anymore. He is eager to communicate with others, even with a word.
"I am now broadcasting on all AM frequencies. I will wait at the pier on South Street at noon every day when the sun is highest."
"If anyone can hear me, anyone, I can provide food and water, provide safety..."
"If anyone can hear me, anyone, please... you are not alone!"
Today, Robert drove to inspect his 'territory', and then took his family, Sam, to the South Street Pier. He sat at his desk and programmed, using the strongest sunlight at noon to dispel the deep chill in his heart.
His heart was already cold, but he hoped that at least his body would still be warm.
"Come on, Sam, it's still a sunny day today, let's go play golf!"
Robert left the pier with a smile. His golf course, also known as the Intrepid Sea and Air Museum, is an aircraft carrier transformed into an aircraft museum. It is mainly used to house retired naval battleships, air force fighter planes and other military equipment from the United States.
Since three years ago, this place has become his private domain. Among them is the most famous Blackbird reconnaissance plane, which is his favorite ball support. Every time he stands on the Blackbird and swings, he feels super handsome.
Obviously, this is a sign of schizophrenia, and he is overthinking it!
Bang!
After swinging the golf ball, Robert raised his hand to block the sun and watched the golf ball go away. There was a sound of glass breaking, which made him look proud.
"Wow, Sam, I'm getting better and better!"
"Woof woof!"
"Hahaha, it turns out you think so too."
Robert didn't notice that not far from the Intrepid Sea and Air Museum, a black figure was observing him with malicious intent. He raised and lowered the gun tip, and finally put it back in his sleeve.
"I'm just too kind and not cruel enough..."
Russell was a little melancholy. He found that he could not kill Robert. He rushed over with confidence, but his heart softened when he heard the broadcast.
Please...you are not alone!
This broadcast made Russell unable to be cruel. If he really fired for the mission, he would not be able to look back after losing the bottom line.
Moreover, Robert has the same face as Spooner from the world of "Mechanical Enemy". Looking at him, Russell is reminded of his green days. At that time... he was 18 years old and had just graduated from Magic Pot Town High School. He had not met anyone.
When Gandalf matured, he was still a pure boy.
Youth is an era worth remembering, and people can't help but want to protect it. It should not be tainted by the dirty adult world!
After thinking about it, Russell decided to be sincere and spare Robert's life, and help him develop antivenom as soon as possible before the next group of reincarnations arrived.
"Boy, I'll count you lucky. Not everyone is as bright as me..."
Russell shook his head slightly and drove towards the port where the aircraft carrier was located. As he said, Robert was really lucky. If it had been other reincarnations who entered this world first, Robert would have been dead.
Because the risk is so low, it only takes one bullet to kill Robert. Is there any easier task than this?
Bang!
After swinging the club, Robert stood on the wing of the Blackbird, keeping his movements and looking into the distance.
Suddenly, the Sam dog's ears twitched as it was lazily basking in the sun, as if it had discovered prey, it stood upright and barked into the distance.
Sam liked hunting, and Robert didn't take it seriously until the engine roared, and he froze and looked over.
"Oh, God……"
A brand new sports car is coming quickly, and there are people in the car!
Living people!
Robert's eyes were red, and he jumped up excitedly, waving his club and shouting: "I'm here! Look here, there's someone here!"
By accident, Robert fell off the wing of the plane and landed on his butt, grinning in pain. He didn't care much and rushed down the aircraft carrier at a speed of 100 meters faster than Usain Bolt, rolling and crawling to the port.
Tsk!
Stopping, Russell opened the door and walked out, raising his hand to say hello: "Hello, I'm Russell..."
Robert didn't listen. He hugged Russell and buried himself on his shoulder, choking and sobbing. After three years, he finally saw a living person.
Russell's raised hand froze in mid-air. It was so embarrassing. It was the first time he met such an enthusiastic protagonist. If this was a girl, with his favorability, he would be able to... then...
Within three seconds, Russell's face darkened and he pushed Robert away: "You can hug me if you want. Why are you touching me?"
"Sorry! Sorry..."
Robert's eyes were red, his nose bubbled from crying, and he wiped his tears and said: "I just want to confirm that you are a living person, not a plastic model."