Doomsday

The arrival of the serpents cut off the connection between human beings. From communication to logistics, large-scale free exchanges are no longer possible.

The current situation of the most powerful country of mankind is now a mystery.

The people of the Solar System Company are too close to the United States, because almost all members of Satan have their homes in the United States, and too many people in the Solar System Company care about the United States and the United States.

The Ram was very excited. He took the headset and said anxiously: "Hello, I am the commander of the survivor camp in Africa. Can you tell me the current situation in the United States? Can you tell me whether the palace is still operating? Is the army still resisting? Are there many survivors? Please tell me everything you know."

After speaking, Ram said anxiously to the radio operator: "Don't use headphones, so everyone can hear it."

"African survivor camp? I thought you were some survivor camp nearby. Okay, let me tell you what happened in the United States. Those **** politicians abandoned us from the beginning and they didn’t do anything. I ran into the Cheyenne Mountain base. The army did not resist. No, there is no army. We have no food or medicine. The people can only save themselves. Some survivor camps established by local government organizations have been captured by aliens, and everyone can only be scattered. To escape, do not gather too many people, do not fly, am I clear enough?"

The Ram was silent for a moment, and then he continued: "Is there still order?"

"Order? No, there has been no order from the moment the **** alien arrived. The National Guard tried to resist. Some people said he saw the National Guard attempt to eliminate the zombies, but failed. Now there is a mess. We I have to save myself, man, what's the situation with you? Will Africa be better?"

The Rams pondered for a moment and said: "Africa's situation is a little better, because there is no too much attention from aliens here. Please tell me how bad the situation in the United States is now."

"I don't know, man, here..."

The voice disappeared and turned into a piercing noise. The ram said anxiously: "No, no, no, no, no..."

In the ram's prayer, the noise finally turned into a conversation again, but it was not as clear as before.

"Away from the city, away from the crowd, lack of food and medicine, and the number of people cannot exceed one hundred, otherwise they will be attacked by aliens. I heard that the mother ship of aliens is parked on the east coast. People on the east coast said on the radio that there are zombies wandering all around the city. No one can survive in or around the city. Oh, I heard that the survivor camps around the big cities rob each other for food. People gather according to their skin color. Gather according to ethnicity, otherwise you will be robbed or even killed. A man-eating demon will appear. If you approach unfamiliar people rashly, you may become food. The situation is so bad. I don’t know how to describe it... It's hell, man."

The speaker was a little choked, and the ram sighed softly. Then he said anxiously: "Can you tell me about your situation? I want to know where you are, how many people are in your camp, and how many camps are similar to yours? "

"What do you want to do?"

Rams very sincerely said: "I'm in Africa, I just want to figure out the situation in the United States, we have many survivors here, tens of thousands of people, I don't want to figure out your position and attack you, man, if you use it It's a shortwave radio station. You should know that I have no ability to locate you, and I did not ask your specific location."

"Well, we have eleven people and two families here. We are quite peaceful here. We are in Apache Front National Park. There are about seven small survivor camps near us. The exchange of barter, at present it is as beautiful as heaven, I think it is, well, the situation in our area is good, because many people have prepared food and medicine in advance, and of course there are plenty of weapons. We have sixteen. With rifles, four pistols, and about 10,000 rounds, we have plenty of food and some medicines, but these will be in short supply in the foreseeable future... Thanks to the doomsday missionary, and God bless him."

The speaker stayed for a while. It seemed that he was interrupted. But soon, he continued: "My wife doesn't want me to communicate with the outside world, but I don't mind, because...I am really very I want to talk to people, I miss that time..."

The speaker began to choke, and then he whispered: "I think maybe my wife should talk to you. As for the others, they are sleeping. Do you know it's night here? And my wife and I are It's night... Can you tell me about your situation? Man, how are you doing?"

The Ram whispered: "My name is Ram, I'm in Africa, we have people from all over the world, and of course there are many Americans, uh, we are a very strong camp for survivors, man, you just said that the preacher Can you explain what this means."

"A lot of you guys? Uh, preacher, he is a very legendary guy. He wandered in the Rocky Mountains and Colorado Plateau for many years. He kept saying that aliens will come. Let us deal with aliens. Prepare, uh, when he started alone, I don’t know why. One day he started to preach to people. He hoped that more people would be like him to prepare for the end. He was like a missionary, so we called him a preacher , One day, I was thinking that maybe there might be a doomsday. It’s better to prepare. Now I have to thank him because he made many of us survive.”

The Ram was a little lost, and then he whispered: "Does he have a .22 rifle, does he have the nickname of a groundhog killer?"

"Groundhog killer? I don't know. He eats everything, but he does hunt with a .22 Ruger rifle, uh, are you really not near me?"

The tone of the caller showed that he was becoming alert, but Ram said in a very emotional tone: "Sir, don’t be nervous, I have been looking for him for many years. The world is so small, it’s so small, I really didn’t expect it. To get news from him today, I really thought he was dead... Sir, I want to tell you, please keep going, as long as you live, there is hope."

"Thank you, talking to you makes me feel a lot better. There are a group of people in a very distant place... can talk to me. Although I don't believe you are really in Africa, you are right..."

Stabbed again, and the man said in the background noise: "My name is Mark, Mark Dave, what is your name..."

The communication was interrupted. The Ram waited for a long time, and did not wait for the person on the other side of the radio station to speak, so he finally put down the microphone and whispered: "The U.S....There are survivors. It is conceivable that their civil self-help should be corresponding. Not bad."

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