In the future era, a vaccine to combat the virus has already been developed. Humans who have developed immunity will no longer be infected by being scratched or bitten by zombies. This vaccine also has an activating effect on metabolism, causing the white blood cells in the recipient’s body to periodically strengthen and divide. Under normal circumstances, this state stabilizes within two years. However, Henry Sutton didn’t have time to wait for his newly created body to get through this long phase, and the space-time teleporter couldn’t guarantee the absolute safety of activated cells during transmission. He could only choose the most conservative and safest method—to send his body and the medicine separately, and inject it after arrival.

A surge of indescribable heat flowed through his veins. This sensation wasn’t exactly painful, but it was by no means comfortable. For a few seconds, Henry Sutton felt as if the connection between his body and mind had been severed. It was as if he stood at the entrance to the abyss of hell—no one knew what was hidden behind that door, but there was no way back.

He opened his backpack and packed everything from the last compartment of the box. It was a large bag of white powder wrapped in reinforced polyester, a complete set of precision measuring tools, and several hundred empty oval capsules.

Everyone in the room was watching Henry Sutton. The looks in their eyes contained curiosity, suspicion, vigilance, and indifference. Only now, after confirming that he wouldn’t be infected and turned into a zombie, did Henry Sutton have the leisure to pay attention to the other three survivors besides the middle-aged man.

Both girls were very young, about eighteen or nineteen, and quite pretty. They clearly knew each other. One of them was always leaning close to the boy of the same age beside her—they seemed to be a couple.

“Who exactly are you? How did you find this place?”

The middle-aged man kept staring at the pistol on Henry Sutton’s waist, a trace of regret and anger flashing across his face—he had arrived earlier than this strange young man, but in his panic, he hadn’t discovered the box hidden in the corner. Otherwise, that powerful M500 should be in his own hands now.

Henry Sutton stood calmly, vigorously wiping the half-congealed blood and flesh from the fire axe with a piece of burlap. He seemed not to have heard the man’s question and spoke directly to the other three in the room: “Do you plan to stay here forever, or leave?”

The group looked at each other, but no one spoke. Henry Sutton didn’t waste time on their hesitation. He reached into his jacket pocket, took out a tube-shaped metal vial containing silver bone, unscrewed the cap, poured two freshly collected silver bone pellets into his mouth, and swallowed.

The “Luther Condensation Layer” strengthens bone tissue and also solidifies calcium and various trace elements in the human body. According to the universally recognized standards of the future world, only when bone hardness reaches 20K (hardened) and muscle strength reaches 20P (toughened) does one qualify as a first-level enhanced human.

Of course, only humans who have been injected with the immune agent can directly consume silver bone. Otherwise, the virus it carries would infect the user, causing instant death or immediate mutation into a zombie.

Silver bone is very light; the two pellets he just swallowed probably weighed less than three milligrams. Their strengthening effect on bone hardness would take at least twenty-four hours to manifest. Henry Sutton knew very well—this newly created body, though excellent, was essentially only slightly stronger than an ordinary person. Even though he was familiar with zombie habits, there was no way he could survive in a chaotic city with just an axe and a dozen bullets.

He needed helpers, needed friends.

After about two minutes, the girl standing to the right of the couple parted her lips slightly and hesitantly asked, “Could you… take us with you?”

She was slender, her long hair tied in a ponytail behind her head. A pure white cotton shirt hugged her upright chest, and she wore simple blue denim shorts below. Her long, shapely legs were wrapped in stockings, her skin smooth, her eyelashes long and thick, and her facial features distinct, giving her a unique sense of youthful vitality and beauty.

“Grace Sutton! We… we don’t even know this person.”

Before Henry Sutton could answer, the girl in the pink skirt hurriedly stopped her: “We’ve already called 110 for help. The police should be here soon. It’s safe here, maybe…”

“We’ve already waited more than seven hours, as for the police…”

The girl called Grace Sutton took out her phone, pressed the redial button hard, and the words ‘Emergency Call 110’ immediately appeared on the color screen. She put the phone on speaker again, but what came out was a strange and extremely harsh static noise.

“We’ve tried calling everyone we know, but no one has answered. None of the emergency numbers work either—the police may never come. There’s no water here, and no food… Emma Harris, we have to leave, we have to go now.”

As she spoke, Grace Sutton turned around and looked seriously at Henry Sutton standing opposite her: “Since he was able to get in, he must have a way to get us out.”