Desert Ship Motel.

A messy abandoned road hotel. Years ago, the owner might have been able to provide food and fuel to the passing passengers. Now, the hotel can only be used as food for the owner by the tourists.

Several modified buses were parked on a messy sandy ground, and several repairmen were using clumsy techniques to repair and transform the dilapidated vehicles.

The broken car windows, shell casings on the ground and flying ashes showed that a fierce battle had just occurred here.

Several survivors were dejectedly picking up the pieces. The scars from animal bites and the painful expressions revealed that the deceased on the ground must have suffered extraordinary pain during their lifetime.

Several other people were digging holes on the ground, apparently trying to build a few tombs for the dead to make them peaceful.

The remaining crowd stood in a row and hugged each other, not only to mourn the dead, but also to encourage the living to continue living.

Even if they have gone through many years of apocalyptic struggle, it is still difficult to avoid showing a look of despair. Unfortunately, there seems to be no hope for their future life.

No one cried, not because of cold blood, but because the tears had long since dried up, and the silent tears made the inner pain even more apparent.

"Maybe it would be better to cry!" Claire looked at the dwindling members of the motorcade, her heart filled with sadness.

"We can't take them on any more adventures!" she secretly decided, then turned back to the woman who had just saved them all and said, "Alaska? We don't know what kind of journey that will be!"

This woman brought them hope, a notebook recording the safe zone, but it was a pity that Claire was unwilling to take the risk.

Mikey, the team's communications technician, flipped through an old notebook and replied: "I know, it will definitely be a long journey!"

"What happens after that? What happens when we arrive?" Claire persisted and retorted, "You can't prove that there are still living people over there!"

"These radio records show..." Mikey tried to persuade again, but was interrupted by Claire.

"This is a record from half a year ago! How many times have we responded to radio calls? Is it useful?" Claire, as the leader of the convoy, has absolute say. If she does not agree, the convoy will not go.

So the woman who saved everyone also joined in the persuasion: "These records show that there is no infection there! It is isolated from the world and is very likely to be safe!"

As the leader of a team, it is not just as simple as making a decision. Claire obviously thinks more: "The people in the team have their lives staked on me, they don't need to daydream!"

"Maybe this is what our team needs!" Carlos, another leader of the team, looked at the sad team members and suddenly said, "Look at them Claire, we had 50 people half a year ago, and now we don't even have 30.

, they need a hope!”

Looking at everyone's expressions, Claire was shaken. She decided to gather everyone together and ask for their opinions.

She stated her interests clearly, not because she was biased. She truthfully told everyone that there may be a safe zone in Alaska. Because it is too remote, the virus will not spread. We can live safely there, but it may also be empty.

Have fun.

People who had just experienced despair obviously had no resistance to the sudden hope. Regardless of the possibility of it being a trap, they immediately voted unanimously and excitedly prepared to move towards the safe zone.

It's a pity that innocence is always defeated by "no shoes".

The convoy that hadn't even started yet was limited by fuel.

"We must go to Las Vegas to find gasoline and supplies first!" Alice said astonishingly. The protagonist is different, and the decisions she makes are often more exciting than ordinary people.

"This reason is valid!" Carlos wanted to refuse but didn't want to hurt their feelings, so he said politely, "But it's too dangerous there!"

Others had no such scruples and retorted: "It's full of zombies! We'll only die if we go there!"

Claire is worthy of being the leader of the team, and she still has basic insights: "In the past six months, we have hollowed out every small town nearby, and this time we have to go to the big city!"

Risks and benefits coexist, and if you want to reach a safe zone that is far away, you must take some risks.

Both women agreed, and the other grown men were no longer able to speak!

So a plan to push the whole team into the abyss was decided by a few pretentious men and women in front of the fire at night.

This night is destined to be extraordinary, and the evil villain on the other side is not willing to be lonely.

Inside the umbrella base.

Dr. Isaacs easily forged the orders of his superiors and seized the authority of the combatants and convoys. A trap was formed in his mind for the protagonist and the poor survivors.

This behavior of Dr. Isaacs clearly tells us that a person always has things he is good at and things he is not good at. For example, his virus research has made slow progress over the past few years, and the development of artificial intelligence has slipped by.

He is also a doctor, but Dr. Marcus, who developed the T virus, is obviously better than him.

…

"Sir, do you need to contact them?" Gangdan's voice sounded in Shao Weijie's ears through the communicator.

Shao Weijie and the machine army looked at the convoy of survivors in the distance under the cover of night: "No need! Just be careful to hide!"

After rushing all the way from the gap in time and space, it was already dark, and Shao Weijie and the others were able to discover these survivors. Shao Weijie, who was originally planning to contact them, suddenly changed his attention.

According to the current situation of these survivors, they should have just encountered the attack of zombie crows. The next step is probably to go to Las Vegas for supplies, where they are very likely to encounter the clone Dr. Isaacs.

Shao Weijie never thought that Dr. Isaacs could resist the temptation of the heroine! Although the temptation may be different from that of ordinary men.

Hiding behind the scenes and waiting for others to be exposed is Shao Weijie's favorite thing.

Waiting for the plot to progress, Shao Weijie's robot army spent its first night in the world of Resident Evil safely under the optical concealment of the drone.

Also having a good night's sleep was the convoy of survivors, who had just experienced a thrilling human-crowd war. If nothing else happened, tonight was likely to be the last night for these survivors to sleep peacefully!

The sky had just begun to dawn, and the impatient convoy of survivors was already preparing to set off. On the other side, Dr. Isaacs also came from the base with two helicopters.
Chapter completed!