Chapter 1: Beware! Zombie-Infested Streets Ahead

The leaves outside the window were rustling in the wind, and the clock on the computer screen read 7:30. The body was immobile, only the mind was still active. Time had been manipulated by some higher power.

The Doomsday game had begun.

Round one: Low-level zombies apocalypse. All humans were placed in the target world. The mission: Survive for 30 days and accumulate 1,000 points. Warning, there was only one life and the meaning of life was at stake.

This was a game, but it was also real.

The golden sunset spilled over the dilapidated windowsill, and there was a low rumble from outside, like the groans of a terminally ill patient.

The first thing that John Doe saw was a dilapidated and dusty room. He sat against the wall, feeling a little dazed. He couldn't remember how he got here. He only remembered that he was sitting in his room playing on his computer before suddenly finding himself in this place.

Is this a dream? It feels too real.

John Doe pinched his arm hard, feeling a sharp pain.

"It's not a dream..." he muttered to himself.

He reasoned that he must have been brought here by some supernatural force, or that all human beings had been brought here according to the voice's prompt.

"My clothes are still the same as before. Is there anything else?" he thought to himself.

He felt a weight in his pocket and pulled out a black cell phone he had never seen before. There was a line of dark red, blood-like writing on it.

[Main task: Survive for thirty days and accumulate 1000 points]

[Branch missions are being refreshed]

[Sub-task 1: Familiarize yourself with the phone (10 points)]

[Sub-task 2: There is a zombie outside the door that smells you and walks towards you.

To escape. (10 points)

Kill it. (100 points)

Suicide. (You are not fit to live in this world)]

Suicide? The thought of it made him shiver. He couldn't believe that this was real.

He felt anger rising in him as he saw the third option. He had struggled so hard to live for so many years, how could he give up now and commit suicide? Even if death was inevitable, he would fight to resist this unfair fate.

As he stood up, he was surprised to find that he was able to stand. Despite being paralyzed from the waist down due to an illness, he now had the ability to stand. He felt weak all over, but he knew he was no different from a normal person now.

He couldn't die now. He had to find a way to survive.

Looking out of the window, he saw that he was on the tenth floor and the streets were filled with piles of broken cars and slow-moving "people". Jumping out of the window was not an option, the only way out was through the door.

Just then, there was a violent knock on the door. The zombies had found him! The door was made of wood and was already decaying. With each knock, more cracks appeared on it. It wouldn't hold for long.

"Should I confront the zombies head-on?" he immediately dismissed the idea. He didn't know how powerful the zombies were and fighting them without any knowledge of their strength would be foolish.

Secondly, even though he now had the body of an ordinary person, the sense of powerlessness that permeated his entire body reminded him that his combat effectiveness was definitely not as good as that of a healthy person. He needed some kind of advantage if he wanted to survive.

John Doe searched the room but found nothing that could be used as a weapon. The window frame could have been removed and used as a stick, but it was too late now. He shifted his gaze to the phone, it was his only chance.

He quickly browsed the phone and found many functions on it, tasks, forums, and even character attributes.

Name: John Doe

Strength: 2 (normally 3, corrected due to disability)

Speed: 2 (normally 3, corrected due to disability)

Constitution: 2 (normally 3, corrected due to disability)

Spirit: 5

Status: Disabled

Evaluation: The fighting power is far lower than that of normal people. Fighting against zombies, it is impossible to survive the end of the world. Suicide may be the wisest choice.

John Doe understood that although his disability was cured, it also relatively weakened his attributes. This was a compensation mechanism. It was impossible for a half-paralyzed person to survive in the apocalypse, but a weak ordinary person could.

He then noticed that messages kept sliding out from the upper right corner of the phone.

[Matthew Smith was killed]

[Tiler smith was killed]

[Rodricko Puertotirico was killed]

These messages made John Doe's heart race, it was a reminder that this world is dangerous and that he needs to be careful. He knew that he had to find a way to survive, he can't give up.

In more than ten seconds, there were hundreds of such messages. In a short period of time, hundreds of people died all over the world, no, it should be in this area where he was. John Doe noticed that the numbers after these names were very similar, and these people should all come from the area he was in. Then, John Doe turned to the interface of the forum, right above it was written in dynamic blood-red handwriting: [Number of survivors: 10 billion] All are cast into this doomsday world. John Doe lived in a world with exactly 10 billion people. It was only broadcast on the news yesterday that the world's 10 billionth baby was born. Or could a population of 10 billion be an opportunity to start this doomsday game? There are already hundreds of posts on the forum. Star Y: Urgent, what to do if you get scratched by a zombie's claws, wait online. Ruthless little beast: I have been practicing taekwondo all year round, and I have already killed a zombie. It is preliminarily determined that the fighting power of a zombie is not weaker than that of an adult, or even stronger, so don't take risks in fighting.

In just a matter of seconds, hundreds of such messages appeared. Within a short period of time, hundreds of people had died all over the world, or at least in the area where Su Changxing was. He noticed that the numbers after the names were very similar, and these people should all come from the area he was in.

He then turned to the forum interface and saw a dynamic, blood-red message written above:

[Number of survivors: 10 billion]

All of humanity had been cast into this doomsday world. Su Changxing remembered that it had only been announced on the news yesterday that the world's 10 billionth baby had been born. Could the population of 10 billion be the opportunity for this doomsday game to begin?

There were already hundreds of posts on the forum.

Star Y: Urgent, what to do if you get scratched by a zombie's claws, wait online.

Ruthless little beast: I have been practicing Sanda all year round, and I have already killed a zombie. It is preliminarily determined that the fighting power of a zombie is not weaker than that of an adult, or even stronger, so don't take risks in fighting.

This information made John Doe realize that this was a serious situation and that he needed to be cautious. He understood that the zombies fighting power is not weaker than an adult and that he should not take unnecessary risks.

The combat power of a zombie was equal to that of an adult. John Doe had gathered this information from numerous posts. With his current state, he definitely had no chance of winning against a zombie unless he had a weapon at hand.

Just as John Doe finished browsing the forum functions, a taskbar window popped up on the top of the phone.

[Complete side missions, get familiar with mobile phone functions, get 10 points]

It was similar to a novice guidance task, but he wondered what the use of these points was.

He then noticed another column of functions at the top, a point discount store. It seemed that he could exchange points for something.

John Doe opened the points store and saw a melee weapon among the many items.

Steel rod (quantity 5), 50% off, 10 points.

It was just about redeemable.

As the sound of impact continued to echo, John Doe noticed that the door was about to crack, so he exchanged the steel rods without hesitation.

With a flash of white light, a brand new black steel rod appeared out of thin air on the ground. The shiny surface reflected the rays of the setting sun.

John Doe held the steel rod in his hand. It felt a little heavy, but he could swing it.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, a big hole was broken in the middle of the wooden door. John Doe smelled the smell of rotting corpses and saw the true face of the zombie on the other side of the door. Its skin was gray-white, a large area of its face had rotted, its teeth were sticking out, and there was a lot of sticky dark red blood and minced meat in its mouth. The gray jacket was covered in blood.

This could only mean one thing... this zombie was a killer.