Marvel’s Death Merchant

The first year after the disaster in the Marvel main world. John Smith records his own survival. At least, before all this happened. At this time, the superheroes had evacuated to other places. They occupied Umbrella's original underground city and slowly survived.

John turned around and looked around. After confirming that it was safe, he continued to record his last words on the digital recorder: "If you pick up this recording of mine, it means that I am dead. Please spread this recording. This is what I sacrificed my life for." Experience gained. I hope you can make good use of this knowledge and continue to live."

He paused, shouldered his rucksack, and carefully and slowly opened the door from his room to the garage. He first put his head around to observe the overall environment inside the garage, and after confirming that it was safe, he slowly walked to his SUV, carefully guarding his only safe space with vigilant eyes. After confirming the safety of the garage and the car, he immediately got into the car and closed the door tightly, fearing that an accident would occur if he was half a second too late.

He breathed a sigh of relief while sitting in the car and continued recording: "My city, New York, has been hit by some unknown plague. Now it has become a complete hell. The streets are full of crazy mutant creatures, to be precise, zombies. Fortunately, , the power and network at home were not interrupted, I collected some information uploaded to the Internet by other survivors. Based on this information, I formulated a plan. There is a small military museum here, and it has now become a temporary military stronghold. Lucky. If I get there, I can still find troops stationed there, so that I can be properly protected and safe. If unfortunately, I can at least find some useful weapons, which are better than the knife and two bottles of homemade Molotov cocktails are much better. That's my short-term goal."

John quickly discarded some useless things in the car and put his backpack on the passenger side, not daring to get too far away from him. Although there was only one set of clothes and a few canned foods in the backpack, it was all his assets now. He confirmed that everything was settled, and then recorded: "But there must be a lot of zombies on the way to the museum. My plan is to drive out first, attract the attention of all the zombies near the museum, and let them chase me. According to the collection, I will come back Judging from the speed of an SUV, they can never catch up with me and can only run behind me. When I confirm that they are all gathered behind me, I throw two more bottles at the back. Incendiary bombs, creating a sea of ​​​​fire to seal the road. According to the data, they have very low IQs and will rush into the sea of ​​​​fire and burn alive. Then I can safely step into the 'fortress' of the museum. This is my plan. But All the information I used to make this plan was found online and has not been verified. So, wish me good luck."

John took a deep breath and pressed the remote control to open the garage. Adrenaline hormones continued to rise as the garage door slowly opened. He was breathing heavily, licking his dry lips with his tongue, holding the steering wheel tightly with both hands, staring at the door slowly opening, ready to rush into the hell outside at any time.

At this time, countless images flashed through John's mind, including the first time he went to school, the first time he graduated from college, the first time he joined a company, the first time he was promoted to game planning director, and many, many firsts that kept popping up in John's mind. Flashed. He chuckled helplessly and shook his head slightly.

John took another deep breath and looked at the sunlight pouring in from the half-open door. His eyes became firm and his voice became calmer. He said, "Although now I am sitting in this SUV, the only one I can rely on, with a handful of meat cutters on me." Knife, I am in this unprecedented desperate situation, but I have discovered the preciousness of life, which is not wrong. This has given me the courage to rush out of the desperate situation." The SUV suddenly made a powerful engine sound and rushed out like a tiger after hesitating. The garage, rushing towards that hell on earth.

The outside world is the devil's paradise and a bloody playground. The neighbor's wall, the street lamp on the street, and the mailbox across the street were covered with dried blood. Zombies could be seen everywhere happily eating internal organs or stumps. There was no complete body to be found. John turned his head and glanced at the home of his neighbor Mr. Brown, and a horrific scene came into view. Two zombies were frantically grabbing for food on the balcony. It was not known whether it was the body of Mr. Brown or Mrs. Brown. John's scalp felt numb, and fear filled every cell in his body. Although his hands tightly grasped the steering wheel, he was still shaking slightly. He mustered up the courage to record everything in front of him truthfully: "The outside world is just as I expected. Zombies are everywhere I see. There are hundreds of zombies running towards me on the street, and there are still a lot of them." They are constantly increasing. They are pouring out like a tide from windows, balconies, doors, cars, trees, and street corners. They have the momentum to bury me alive, as if everyone in this city has turned into zombies. I Now I am just a moving piece of fat in their eyes. They are not willing to eat me alive. I can’t believe that I was still safe and sound at home just now. There is no sign of other survivors yet. Now it seems that there are other survivors. The chances are very slim.”

John glanced at the chasing zombies in the rear mirror. Thousands of them were chasing him like hungry wolves. Then he looked at the convenience store at the eleven o'clock position and saw another batch of zombies pouring out. John immediately turned the steering wheel to the right, and the SUV shifted to the right. Several well-dressed zombies poured out of the cake shop at 2 o'clock, and the SUV immediately veered to the left and drove away from the danger. The SUV just darted left and right on the street, trying not to hit anything that might stop it, but there would always be some zombies who would rush in front of the SUV and die without reason. John continued to record his experience on the digital recorder: "For the time being, the 'Desperate Car' plan is going quite smoothly. If you want to escape by driving a car, I have some experience for you. First, the car is a very easy way to escape." Vehicles that attract the attention of zombies. In fact, most vehicles will attract the attention of zombies. Secondly, when driving a car, try to avoid hitting any zombies and anything that may stop the car, because your car is stopped. It means you are not far away from death. Third, try to save your gas as much as possible, because you never know you have a long way to go."

The SUV weaved in and out of the crowd of corpses for about 20 minutes. Although it was only 20 minutes, every tense nerve in John told him that this was definitely not a simple 20 minutes. This was 20 minutes that he did not want to encounter in the future. As the saying goes, after darkness comes light. This sentence is true at all. After John experienced this 20-minute journey of darkness, he was finally able to see the bright end. "I can't believe it. I'm almost there. I've already seen the museum! Do you see it? That's the safe area. Once there, there is a space that can isolate the outside world. This is a safe and warm fortress. But I decided first Circle around the museum and make sure to attract all nearby zombies before proceeding to the next step." John finally saw the end of the road safely. (To be continued.)