Supply Crate

The riot police officer turned zombie.

He was clad in a black bomb suit, wearing a steel helmet, and holding a tempered shield in his hand.

Henry rushed over and removed the riot helmet.

Indeed!

The notification said these zombies could not move or be killed.

But that didn't mean their gear couldn't be taken!

Henry examined the tempered helmet, which was exceptionally sturdy and clean inside.

These zombies might look terrifying, but they were not the kind that were rotting and oozing pus.

If they were like that, Henry would never dare take anything off them!

What if he got infected?

As long as you weren't bitten or scratched by these zombies, you wouldn't get infected!

Henry placed the tempered helmet on his head.

Then, he reached out to snatch the tempered riot shield from the zombie's hands.

The zombie was in a static state, its fingers stiff.

It took Henry a Herculean effort to wrestle the tempered riot shield from the zombie's grasp.

He searched further and found a tear gas grenade.

That was it.

Looking around, the rest were just ordinary zombies.

Nothing special!

A dozen meters away, another zombie in a bomb suit was vaguely seen clutching a revolver!

However, the countdown to the start of the game had already begun in front of Henry.

20...

19...

18...

Time was of the essence!

It was too dangerous to run over and snatch the gun now.

Surviving the apocalypse, you must continually develop!

Henry carefully noted the position of this zombie and the surroundings.

Then, without looking back, he dashed toward the real estate agency.

The notification box in front of him remained unchanged, still displaying: No zombies here, plus a Level 1 supply crate!

With a dull thud, Henry burst into the real estate agency and locked the glass door from the inside.

He casually picked up a bottle of half-drunk purified water from the desk.

This water had already been used by someone, meaning it was contaminated.

Not drinkable, but still usable.

Henry deftly sprinkled the water evenly on the glass door.

Then he quickly grabbed some flyers from the desk and pasted them over the glass door!

Just as the last bit of glass was covered by flyers, the countdown hit zero!

Instantly, a cacophony of zombie wails erupted, one after the other.

The sound was truly terrifying!

"Roar...heh heh..."

"Uh...ahh~~"

Several zombies aimlessly walked past the front of the real estate agency, their bodies twitching occasionally.

They completely failed to notice that there was a human behind the door!

"Phew, finally safe!" Henry exclaimed, stepping back and collapsing onto the sofa.

Only then did he notice.

Due to the surge of adrenaline, his hands were trembling uncontrollably.

His legs felt weak too!

Facing the zombies filling the streets, claiming not to be scared would be nonsense!

It was remarkable how calm Henry had managed to remain during his first encounter with zombies.

While trying to calm his racing heart, he opened the chat channel.

The regional chat channel, which had been rapidly scrolling earlier...

Suddenly became much quieter.

Although people were still chatting, it wasn't like before, where messages disappeared instantly as soon as they appeared.

A message could now stay on the screen for three to four seconds before gradually being scrolled away.

This indicated...

That right at the start of the apocalypse game, people had already died!

And not just a few!

"What's happening? I see all the zombies on the road have come to life! They're swarming like a tide, it's terrifying!"

"Holy shit, I just ducked into an apartment, and these zombies run too fast. If I were any slower, I couldn't have escaped..."

"I'm on the fifth floor, and I saw a survivor trying to collect a box of purified water from the trunk of a sedan. He was too slow and got dismembered by a horde of zombies... that scene..."

"This... isn't this supposed to be a game? How... how come he was dismembered? Shouldn't he just vanish instantly or something..."

"I feel like this is just a gamified world, but if you get caught by a zombie, you still die, and the death is as real as it gets!"

"What the hell kind of game is this? It's like we've entered an apocalyptic world just to be sent to our deaths!"

"I... I don't want to die, can someone guide me..."

The last speaker was a girl.

The regional chat channel displayed the chat content of survivors in Henry's city.

Each chat message showed the speaker's three-dimensional image along with their name, height, weight, and other basic information.

In normal times playing a game, if a girl seemed vulnerable and was looking for an expert to guide her, plenty of people would be scrambling to help.

But under these circumstances...

Everyone was struggling to save themselves!

Who would dare boast about being able to guide others now?!

So after this girl spoke, no one responded to her.

Many were just talking about their own experiences, mostly sharing what they had seen or asking for help.

Not much useful information.

Henry had no intention of speaking in the channel.

Do you think this is really just a game?!

This is the apocalypse!

An apocalypse where people fight to the death over resources!

The more you speak in the channel, the more you expose your own information!

It makes it easy for other survivors with ulterior motives to find you!

Until you are strong, laying low is the best strategy!

Henry took a moment to recover, ensuring that the zombies at the door would not burst in.

Using flyers to block the glass door, the entrance appeared to the zombies just like a wall.

This place was temporarily safe!

Henry remembered the notification mentioning a Level 1 supply crate in this room.

He stood up and looked around.

The real estate agency was very small, only one floor.

There was a set of sofas, a coffee table, and a reception area at the front.

There was also an office at the back.

Together, the two rooms totaled just over sixty square meters.

Henry walked into the office and found the suitcase-sized "Level 1 supply crate" in a corner.

As soon as his hand touched the supply crate, a prompt popped up:

"Open now? Yes/No?"

"Yes!"

The crate opened on cue!

Inside, there was a fire axe, a basic physical enhancement potion, and a 500ml bottle of purified water.

Henry suddenly remembered his space ring.

The ring was dark green and almost looked as though it was part of his left middle finger.

With a thought from Henry, the personal space immediately displayed:

There were a total of 12 slots, each capable of holding items of the same type.

The quantity of items could stack, with no upper limit!

However, items couldn't be nested like placing things inside a backpack and then the backpack inside a slot.

If items were stored this way, the space would automatically treat the backpack as one item and the items inside it as separate items.

Two of the slots were already occupied.

The first slot contained a one-pound can of luncheon meat.

The second slot held a 500ml bottle of drinking water.

Henry stored the riot shield, tempered helmet, fire axe, tear gas, and the newly found purified water.

In an instant, six slots were occupied, leaving six remaining.

The slot for drinking water now showed a count of 2, indicating there were two bottles of drinking water.