Latent Syndrome

Chapter 310 309. New World

one year later.

Civilization no longer exists.

I have to say what was left behind.

Then its legacy is only more calculating humans and weird and tricky weapons.

One year ago today was known as Doomsday.

Cut human history into two parts, upper and lower.

Too many things.

All forgotten in this civilizational gap.

A large number of nuclear weapons passed through submarines that sank into the ocean and silos at various military bases around the world. More than 10,000 nuclear bombs poured out.

The heat wave vaporizes the earth, the red glow scorches the sky, and a large amount of radioactive material erupts.

Forty percent of the world's total population died in the impact, but a greater disaster is yet to come. The bitter consequences of radiation pollution, modern industry, and global trade have all been eliminated. The desertified world is even worse than the primitive era.

Materials, cans, cannibalism, nuclear pollution.

And the winter that feels like the edge of the universe.

The use of nuclear weapons against flammable targets like cities releases large amounts of dust and soot into the atmosphere, resulting in extremely cold weather.

When a nuclear explosion occurs, the huge energy injects a large amount of smoke and dust into the atmosphere, and some reaches a height of more than 12 kilometers into the stratosphere. Since most of the smoke particles produced by nuclear explosions are less than 1 micron in diameter, they can stay at high altitudes for more than a year. And because of such a large base of coverage bombings, we don't know how long they can last, maybe forever.

These dust particles have strong absorption of visible light radiation from the sun, but weak absorption of infrared radiation from the ground, causing the upper atmosphere to heat up and the surface temperature to drop, producing the opposite effect to the greenhouse effect. The surface of the earth presents a landscape like a harsh winter.

Called nuclear winter.

The complete spread of chaos, instinct, tyranny, and latent disease has led to a sharp decline in the population.

It's hard to say how many are left now.

One hundred million people, ten million, or one million, because no one counts them anymore.

In a wasteland on the surface.

The sky is covered with gloomy clouds that will never go away, and ashes are floating among the charred ruins of the city. Some tall buildings are still standing, and the incomplete steel bars are exposed from the cross-sections, sharp and chilling.

Everything is shrouded in a layer of irreversible gloom and despair, and the silence is terrifying. There is no living thing, only the lonely and cold nature, rolling black clouds, and the howling of the cold wind.

suddenly.

Two unknown creatures crawled out from the ruins of the destroyed underground garage of the shopping mall. They were skinned and covered in blood. Their muscle fibers were exposed. Their limbs were lying on the ground. They crawled extremely quickly and licked them with their long tongues secreting saliva. Move forward on the ground.

One creature is covered in thorns, the other is uglier, with a tongue secreting corrosive acid.

Heading towards Ghana.

boom!

boom!

Garner fired two shots with a shotgun, and the special ammunition hit the two monsters without missing a beat. Amidst the extremely miserable screams, their bodies burned with strange blue flames.

Ordinary people would not go out at this time. Ghana himself is also an infected person. This time he went out to search for some supplies, although the hope was slim.

He took off his goggles, revealing a pair of cold dark brown eyes, looking at the corpses of the two monsters, and frowned.

This kind of creature is found in large numbers everywhere and is transformed from humans infected with the Abyssal Syndrome.

I heard from people who have experienced the SCT period that the infected people at that time were different from now. Perhaps it was because of the symbolic world, this great consciousness constructed by humans, that was blocking something. After the infected people at that time were backlashed by the abyss, it would not take long for them to die. He will go crazy and die violently.

But now it's different. The symbolic world has completely collapsed, and nothing can stop this disease anymore, thus showing its complete process.

Infected, mad, and then step by step, it turns into this ugly creature, completely losing its mind, devouring and biting all objects in front of it, even their own kind.

It is not uncommon to see these creatures eating each other.

Garner frowned not because the corpses of these two monsters made him sick, but because he had lost another huge amount of property.

Today's hard currency is this special bullet made from human brain fluid. One special bullet can be exchanged for one liter of beer.

In today's weird world, what I never expected was that the most needed thing was actually this kind of fermentation product that anesthetizes the brain.

Due to nuclear contamination, tap water has become undrinkable, and beer stored after fermentation has replaced drinking water. The wheat and some whole grains or fruits contained in it can also provide necessary nutrients.

Beer has become a staple food for people.

The value of a pound of smoked meat needs to be exchanged for a woman. At a time when supplies are in short supply, this kind of thing is worth a rare treasure.

As for gold and jewelry, they have become worthless waste. Even if they fall on the ground, no one will pick them up.

Garner took out the rubber gloves from his backpack and looked at the two monsters that still had some limbs left, intending to put them to good use.

A long-term illness leads to a cure.

Over the past year, those who survived the Doomsday had to adapt to Abyssal Syndrome and these monsters, and there was a very interesting phenomenon.

There will be something like a sac in the corpse of some monsters, which contains a strange liquid, which will give people a transcendent experience after taking it.

But usually no one would do this, because after taking it, some people will die suddenly, or become a fool who can't speak, and become extremely dementia like paralysis of the brain stem.

But as long as you give this thing to the Salvation Army, you can exchange it for supplies.

Although the name of this organization is the Salvation Army, it is basically a gang composed of infected people. In order to survive, people living in the third destruction zone have to succumb to them.

The world is no longer divided into countries and continents, but is divided into thirty-three regions according to the order of nuclear bomb attacks on the Day of Destruction.

Garner inserted his hand into the monster's head and fumbled around, but could not find the bag. The same was true for the other monster. It seemed that he did not have that luck. Only certain monsters have bags in their heads, which contain extraordinary power.

Garner took off his rubber gloves and looked at the gray sky.

The legend of K has been circulating in the world.

In the underworld, this is a god-man.

On the Day of Destruction, everyone discovered the true identity of SCT and the Countermeasure Bureau. They all just wanted to control everything in their own little world.

Only this man killed desperadoes and crazy people one after another, and finally became a shameless rapist under the false accusation of the Countermeasures Bureau.

But everyone knows that it is just a false lie.

"K."

"hehe."

"It's just a story."

Garner's search for supplies was fruitless. Seeing that it was getting late, he planned to return to the camp first.

But what he didn't find was.

There was a disheveled man who was more of a tramp than a tramp with a rickety figure standing on a charred skyscraper, watching him calmly.

As he left, he jumped down from a height of hundreds of meters, landed quietly on the ground, and followed him very quietly.