Chapter 33

Zombies, a type of fantasy creature widely used in various works.

The "Zombie Crisis" series is a super IP famous throughout the galaxy, with various games, adapted movies, and adapted comics emerging one after another.

And the zombie virus is a classic zombie origin setting; the beginning of the "Zombie Crisis" story is that humans created the zombie virus, ultimately triggering a series of crises.

When the title appeared, all the viewers were stunned.

Although people love to talk about doomsday and apocalypse works, they would never hope for a disaster to arrive.

"It's here, it's here, we can watch a movie; finally, it's not a new anomaly popping out to wreak havoc on the universe."

"Are you kidding? How could there be a zombie virus in this world?"

"That's not right, how does the Foundation contain a virus? It won't be using a Colossus like last time, will it?"

"Foundation: Brother Virus, this thing (referring to the Colossus) is strong, smoke this."

"The zombie virus is ultimately just a virus; it's not as terrifying as the Flesh That Hates."

"I've decided to start building an interstellar shelter from now on; if a zombie crisis really breaks out, I'm running!"

"Is there a possibility that if a zombie crisis really breaks out, the entire planet will be directly blockaded?"

"..."

Herta looked at the text on the screen, and her interest in the "Stellaron" immediately diminished by half.

Anomalies have been proven to be real.

The Foundation's fleet had just shrouded her space station.

So, how would the Foundation study the zombie virus known as "SCP-008"?

This is very valuable research experience!

It might provide her with some ideas for researching curios!

Seeing that Herta had turned her interest to "SCP-008," Himeko tried to persuade "Star" to leave with them:

"Star... you know you have another choice..."

Before she could finish, "Star" answered first:

"I'll go with you."

After saying that, she found a seat to watch the live broadcast.

She didn't forget to pat the empty seat beside her, signaling Himeko to join her.

Himeko looked at this slightly dazed and cute, yet scheming young girl, smiled slightly, and sat beside her to watch the Foundation's program together.

The screen continued, and as the black screen disappeared, it was replaced by a long document.

[Anomaly: Zombie Plague]

[Item Number: SCP-008]

[Danger Level: Euclid]

[Item Description: SCP-008 is a complex prion. Research on SCP-008 is highly classified, with the primary purpose being preventive research, which will make the synthesis of SCP-008 possible in the distant future.]

[Characteristics: Infectivity 100%; Lethality 100%.]

[Transmission Path: Transmitted through the exposed mucous membranes and all bodily fluids of the infected; cannot be transmitted through air or water.]

[Infection symptoms within three hours of exposure to SCP-008:

· Flu-like symptoms, high fever, severe dementia in later stages.

· After the initial symptoms appear and 12 hours of obvious dementia symptoms pass, a coma of about 20 hours. The coma will be considered onset death.

· Sporadic cell necrosis occurs over a period of time, with some symptoms similar to gangrene. The remaining tissue assumes its original function and is highly elastic.

· Red blood cells greatly increase oxygen storage capacity, blood flow slows down, and muscle endurance and strength increase.

· Several hours after total organ failure, the nervous and muscular systems remain unaffected.

· Metabolism drops to an extremely low level, allowing the infected to survive for over ten years without nutrient intake.

· High blood viscosity causes the infected to produce negligible bleeding when shot, punctured, or slashed.

· Conditioned behavior, motor nerve control, and instinctive behavioral mechanisms are destroyed, and cognitive ability is severely weakened and unstable. Excessive brain cell necrosis and inactive states have appeared in animal experiments.

· The infected can adapt to their damaged nervous system, but only for basic physical activities, including standing up, keeping legs balanced, walking, biting, grabbing, and crawling.

· The infected will try to move toward sights, sounds, and smells that can be associated with living humans. If the infected makes physical contact with a living human, it will attempt to ingest the target.

· Suppressing a fully infected person requires causing extremely severe cranial trauma.]

[Strong evidence suggests that SCP-008 is not naturally formed, as variants of similar complexity cannot exist in the ecosystem.]

[Appendix 008-1: SCP-500 has been found to completely cure SCP-008 even in the late stages of the disease.]

As the file content was fully released, the complete characteristics of "SCP-008" were exposed to the world.

And what was even more eye-catching was the existence in the appendix—

"SCP-500"!

This is the first time two anomalies have appeared in one file!

What is "SCP-500"?

A special medicine that appeared for the zombie virus?

Or some kind of nanomachines that can enter the human body?

These questions certainly existed, but the information revealed was too little, and the vast majority of people focused their energy on the zombie virus.

"F*ck, attempt to ingest... zombies really eat people!"

"The file doesn't say this virus only infects humans, so that means other species will also be infected, and then just bite people?"

"Personally, I feel that the zombies described here are not much different from those in movies."

"It can be seen that this file is already quite old; in the present day, would the Foundation still value this kind of virus?"

Attached to the file was a long, complex virus structure diagram, winding and twisting, without any visual impact.

Only top scholars related to biology and chemistry could keenly perceive that this structure diagram had been edited to a certain extent.

Herta thought this was normal.

After all, with the current level of technology, as long as the complete sequence was released, there would be researchers, laboratories, and companies trying to recreate the zombie virus.

Although this might not necessarily bring them any actual benefits.

It could give themselves a golden signboard of "the xxx that recreated 'SCP-008'."

Just like the companies begging to cooperate with her.

The text disappeared line by line, and the screen fell into a brief darkness.

When the screen lit up again, the scene came to a world full of ice and snow.

A blonde man with a high nose bridge and deep features was sitting in an armored vehicle, swaying with the vehicle's movement.

He wore a fur hat on his head, ear flaps hanging down from both sides, and a heavy winter coat wrapped tightly around his body.

Various bright medals hung on the military green coat under the winter coat, colliding with each other and making a pleasant sound.

He occasionally raised a transparent bottle, took a few gulps, exhaled a puff of white air, and revealed a satisfied expression.

The audience could recognize that it was a drink called "Vodka."

Perhaps it was some kind of sweet water? Convenient for replenishing heat?

They guessed.

The space inside the vehicle was very cramped, which seemed to be able to retain heat.

But even so, there was no sign of the ice and snow on the soles of the man's leather boots melting.

How cold!

Just then, the vehicle stopped.

A soldier knocked on the hatch of the armored vehicle and reported in a tone with a heavy nasal sound:

"Commander, the Foundation people hope to communicate with you."

The man known as the "Commander" opened the hatch, wrapped in his winter coat, and stood in the knee-deep snow.

Only then could the audience see the full picture of the entire team.

"Neck twist right!"

Although it was cold, the shouting was neat and high-pitched, echoing in the vast white world.

A giant base vehicle slowly moved forward in the ice and snow, spewing thick black smoke from its chimney;

Dozens of tanks guarded the base vehicle, some with single barrels, some with double barrels;

In the rear, there were also many troop transport trucks and jeeps moving in formation;

And the one the Commander was riding in was a tracked vehicle with an anti-aircraft gun mounted on the roof.

The sound of the tracks crushing the ice and snow, the sound of gears meshing, the "creaking" sound of steel wheels rubbing, and the roar of the engine.