Chapter 68: City Observations [Seeking Data!]

As an agent, Robert's mission was different from that of the researchers.

He had to attempt to find the source of "SCP-008" zombie virus and investigate all the details of its spread.

As Robert moved forward, the chaos of the city began to unfold.

Traffic was basically completely paralyzed; many vehicles had been in accidents and were left where they were, with significant bloodstains remaining on their exteriors.

Judging by the tire tracks, it looked like they were trying to avoid the cats and dogs on the road, or perhaps... zombies.

Continuing forward, the number of abandoned vehicles increased, many of which didn't even have their doors closed.

It was clear their owners had been in a great hurry.

"Suka! Suka! Suka!"

Suddenly, a burst of angry cursing caught Robert's attention.

A young man was being carried out by two shop clerks.

He sat on the steps, cursing bitterly for a while, then wept while clutching the medicine box and prescription in his hands.

Medicine reserves were insufficient...

Robert shook his head and continued forward.

The streets were relatively empty.

A man hugging his body and shivering uncontrollably walked toward him.

This was an early symptom of the zombie virus infection...

Robert silently recited a eulogy for him in his heart.

Just as they brushed past each other, the man's body went limp, and he collapsed directly to the ground, unconscious.

According to Foundation standards, he could already be entered onto the list of the dead...

But Robert still fully upheld the humanitarian spirit, and with the cooperation of a passerby auntie, moved him into a shop by the roadside to prevent him from freezing to death.

After briefly understanding the situation, the shop clerk called the emergency hotline, but the line was busy.

This was normal.

Too many people needed help.

The auntie, carrying a basket, spoke a few words to Robert, venting the anxiety in her heart:

"He's the 40th one I've seen today."

"Although the broadcast says this is rabies, the Supreme Commander has also urgently mobilized all doctors and rabies medication from the Alliance's member states."

"But, they weren't bitten! Those poor children of mine, they were just sitting at home... Oh, God..."

Robert could only comfort the woman.

However, according to her account, could it be that the zombie virus had evolved to the point of airborne transmission?

That shouldn't be; the Foundation had basically figured out its characteristics.

So, what exactly was its intermediate host? And where was the source?

Robert continued to converse with the auntie, gaining a deeper understanding of the current situation:

Hospitals were already overcrowded; the corridors were full, and even the toilets had been cleared out to accommodate patients;

Public services were basically paralyzed; if this were another country, "zero-dollar shopping" and "beautiful scenery" would have started long ago...

After about 5 minutes, a team finally rushed over, lifted the previously unconscious man onto a stretcher, and sent him into a van.

Robert looked closely; wasn't this the main force he was looking for?

He took a few pills from the emergency blocker medicine the Foundation had issued to agents, lied that it was an experimental fever reducer, and gave them to the auntie.

Robert hurried to catch up, then showed his credentials and exchanged a few brief pleasantries with the others.

It turned out they were all C-class researchers; this trip was to find patients in various stages of the disease to conduct drug trials.

When asked about the city's current state, one of them was silent for a long time before giving a quite pessimistic answer:

"This city is finished. If it were up to me to make the decision, I would blockade the entire city, evacuate everyone who hasn't fallen ill yet, and then destroy everything with a nuclear bomb."

Robert shook his head; this was impossible.

The C-class researcher didn't dwell on this question, instead speaking about the Doctor's subsequent arrangements:

"According to Dr. White's instructions, D-class personnel will continue to stay in the city to observe the current situation and record the abnormal behavior of terminal patients."

"All C-class personnel will evacuate to the nearest research station, right in this direction of the city."

Looking at the direction he pointed, Robert was stunned.

Wasn't this the direction the army had come from?

It couldn't be that coincidental, could it?

Who exactly was the Doctor in charge of this operation?

Not only was he confused, but the audience outside the screen were also confused.

"Dr. White, is this the same Dr. White from the previous file?"

"If it really is the same person, having lived from before humanity stepped into the starry sky all the way to the interstellar era... he's lived for at least a thousand years."

"Damn, did the ancestors of humanity have longevity so early on? Then why are we on the Xianzhou still going out to seek elixirs?"

"Got it, Dr. White is Old Man 682, immortal and indestructible!"

As the name of the "old acquaintance" Dr. White appeared again, this mysterious figure was also recorded in the relevant website.

On the website created by the gelatinous lifeform, he was evaluated as follows:

"... suspected to have survived from the aerospace era to the interstellar era. It is impossible to determine if this is because he possesses some special power or the effect of some special anomaly."

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