Chapter Two
I drove straight into the state-run "battle-damaged" military dog retirement shelter located on the outskirts of the city.
This is the military and police's dumping ground, where all the vicious dogs suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder and those who have chewed up human throats due to mania are thrown into the dump to await euthanasia.
In my previous life, I witnessed firsthand that this virus could turn humans into zombies, but it could also cause animals to evolve.
When zombies arrive , humanity's pitiful sense of morality is less than a roll of toilet paper.
In this wasteland, I would rather entrust my back to a pack of evolved beasts than trust any living, talking human.
I kicked open the management office door and slapped a full $50,000 in the face of the dozing supervisor.
the dogs in your heavily quarantined area .” I rested one hand on the grip of my pistol. “I’m buying them . You can fill out all the paperwork yourself with this money .”
The supervisor smiled and grabbed the keys, leading me towards the underground death row.
and in the steel cages on both sides, twelve enormous creatures roared fiercely the moment they sensed the presence of living people .
Standing in front of the deepest cell, number zero, I stopped in my tracks.
There was a purebred Caucasian Shepherd Dog , the size of an adult brown bear, imprisoned there . Half of its face was destroyed in the explosion, revealing a hideous dark red scar, and its only remaining eye gleamed with a chilling ferocity.
At its feet, there was even a piece of iron railing that it had just bitten through.
“Sir, this one is absolutely not going to do…” The fat supervisor trembled behind me. “It’s a bloodthirsty madman. The previous owner’s arm was killed by it…”
"Shut up. It's mine now."
I coldly interrupted him, tore open a bag of bloody raw meat, and threw it through the crack in the iron gate.
The giant Caucasian Shepherd suddenly pounced, chewing meat and bones to shreds, and stared intently at me with its single eye.
I did not back down an inch, meeting its gaze with the killing intent condensed from mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Half an hour later, twelve retired military dogs, Caucasian Shepherds, and mutant Pit Bulls were all chained up with heavy iron chains and loaded into a reinforced military heavy truck.
They will be my strongest foundation for mutation in this apocalyptic storm.
Over the next twenty days, I put the twenty million US dollars I had laundered from the underground dark web to its fullest potential , and then drove deep into the Cascade Mountains.
This is an abandoned logging site bunker left over from the Cold War.
It is embedded directly in the hard granite mountain, with an extremely narrow entrance . Behind the titanium-lead alloy explosion-proof door, which weighs several tons and is sixty inches thick, is a fully enclosed underground nuclear shelter that covers an area the size of two or even three football fields.
In these dark, sunless mountains, I transformed into a tireless madman, completely remodeling my doomsday fortress.
A dozen or so underground workers, whom I hired at great expense and who only cared about money and didn't care about the reasons, worked day and night under my gun-barreled surveillance .
I personally directed them to weld four heavy machine gun turrets, each equipped with an independent induction servo motor, onto both sides of the only passageway outside the blast door. Once the system is activated, these turrets can automatically lock onto any approaching hot-temperature creature within a fraction of a second and tear it into a fine mesh of flesh and blood.
At the same time, I set up a 10,000-volt high-voltage power grid around the outer perimeter of the fortress.
Any creature that dares to touch it with its bare hands will instantly turn into a charred corpse.
Thermal imaging for comprehensive surveillance, military-grade NBC protective air filter gel, enough MRE tactical rations to last a platoon for ten years, two industrial-grade diesel generator sets...
My bunker has been completely transformed into a terrifying steel hedgehog covered in fangs.
As for the twelve giant dogs, I placed them in a temperature-controlled warehouse within the inner ring of the fortress , feeding them large amounts of raw meat and bones daily . Their formidable physiques were brewing in a state of heightened arousal, awaiting the cataclysmic frenzy when the zombies descended.
Time passed amidst the sounds of chainsaws, barking dogs, and the metallic clanging of weapons being loaded.
The countdown has reached its final forty-eight hours.
Early winter in Seattle should only bring light rain, but in the Cascade Mountains at this moment, the air is filled with an eerie dryness that makes one feel suffocated.
I pushed the last handcart across the bunker's heavy blast-proof threshold.
Looking back, I wanted to take one last look at the sky.
At that very moment, a sudden change occurred!
A dense, black cyclone descended from the stratosphere at an alarming speed, engulfing the entire state of Washington . What followed was not rain, but a black blizzard mixed with the virus, cascading down like a black waterfall bursting its banks.
The zombies arrived two whole days earlier than I remembered from my previous life!
"It's finally here."
I entered the bunker and pressed the gate closing button without hesitation.
The metallic clanging of the physical latches popping out one after another signaled that this snow-capped mountain fortress was completely isolated from the outside world.
I walked to the center console and activated the radio monitoring system.
chaotic sound erupted in the frequency band .
“Sizzle…sizzle…This is Seattle Police Department 9th Precinct! Help! We need backup! Those things…My God, the people have gone mad! They’re biting each other’s necks in the street!”
"Fire! Sir, bullets are useless against them! Their skin is frozen into a white, hard shell! Ah—! My eyes! Let me go! Help!!"
"Zzz... Repeat, the National Weather Service warns that Seattle has been brought under lockdown by a black storm... City roads are completely paralyzed... Zzz..."
Cries for help, gunshots, sirens, and screams intertwined to create a symphony of hell.
Zombies have begun to wreak havoc on the streets of Seattle and slaughter the city.
A man in a suit standing at a crossroads suddenly clutched his own neck in agony.
He rolled wildly in the snow, and in less than thirty seconds, his once rosy skin visibly lost its color, transforming into a chilling, metallic gray. The veins beneath his skin bulged as if injected with black ink.
Immediately afterwards, the man's spine emitted an abnormal twisting and breaking sound.
He stood up again, but he was no longer human.
I coldly turned down the annoying screams coming from the radio, a bloodthirsty smirk curling at the corner of my mouth.
At this very moment, Father Joshua, who proclaims himself the savior, is probably like a mangy dog that has caught the scent of blood, leading his bunch of foolish, armed thugs to smash the security door of my old house in the city center, dreaming of ransacking my home.
