Chapter 3: The Outbreak
I was awakened by the sound of an air raid siren that morning.
Emergency broadcasts have begun.
The news anchor on TV was pale: "Urgent notice! The biohazard virus has broken out! Infected individuals will turn into zombies within 24 hours! All citizens are urged to immediately proceed to the nearest shelter!"
It was only six in the morning when the biohazard crisis began.
Some people are still having sweet dreams in bed, unaware that they will never wake up again.
I pulled open the protective panel of the observation window.
The city on the ground was still functioning normally, but explosions could be heard in the distance.
Panic began to spread through the streets as people frantically fled for their lives.
I went to the storeroom and took out a bottle of whiskey and a steak.
The virus will take time to spread, so I can still have a proper meal.
All the equipment inside the bunker was functioning normally, and the temperature remained comfortable.
"Beep beep." The phone suddenly rang; it was a photo sent by Mark.
The background of the photo is a simple basement.
It seems he's been having a tough time lately, with no money or equipment, and can only hide in a dilapidated basement.
He was huddled in a corner, surrounded by some stolen virus samples.
He sent me a voice message, his voice filled with panic:
"Brother, save me! There are too many zombies outside! I can't hold on much longer! Do you have any room left?"
I scoffed and didn't reply immediately.
He immediately followed up with another message: "Noah, so what if you're reborn? I have the gene serum, I'm sure I can gain precognitive abilities!"
I typed a quick reply: "You're right, I'm so scared right now~"
He was enraged by my attitude and immediately sent a long threatening message.
"Noah, you piece of trash! Just you wait! Once I activate the serum and gain precognitive abilities, you'll be begging me on your knees!"
I laughed.
In my previous life, I did indeed beg him.
When Victor had tortured me to the point of near death, I begged him to save me.
How did he do it?
In order to gain Victor's trust, he didn't hesitate to send me, his own brother, to that madman as a test subject.
In this life, I took all the money he had.
The supplies he bought weren't enough to last him even a few days.
And the gene serum in his hand...
I looked out the window at the zombies infected by the virus and finished the last sip of whiskey.
Little brother, the real show is just beginning.
I'd like to see how long you can keep up your smugness with that serum that needs antibody activation.
What Mark stole, losing everything he owned, is silently becoming his death warrant.
