One by one, important pieces of equipment were transported onto the transport aircraft.
This included the enchanted War Armor.
Research personnel looked back at the base with sighs, lamenting the departure they had not anticipated. Before the apocalypse, they had arrived to undertake the tasks assigned by the country, working for many years in isolation without any external contact.
But who could have imagined… that they would actually have to leave.
As soon as the apocalypse began, they immediately ceased their projects at hand and focused on researching the zombies.
Whatever the country needed, they studied; what they did not understand, they learned; they utilized what they learned, and when they made mistakes, they were not afraid to continue learning.
As numerous researchers were walking towards the transport aircraft,
a young man stood there, motionless.
"Xiao Xu, let's go."
"I'm not going."
"Why?"
Everyone looked at Xiao Xu with confusion in their eyes.
