After repelling that group of zombies, I gasped for breath, and my legs trembled uncontrollably due to excessive nervousness. The iron bar in my hand was covered with the zombies' filthy blood, emitting a disgusting smell. I endured the discomfort and threw the iron bar aside. My gaze fell on the End Log in my hand again. It still emitted a faint, glowing light, as if guiding me.
I cautiously walked out of the abandoned laboratory, and a pungent stench of decay hit me. The world in front of me was completely in ruins. The once - prosperous city now only had broken walls and dilapidated buildings. The streets were filled with garbage and wreckage. Old cars were parked haphazardly, and some were still smoking. A thick layer of haze hung in the sky, and the sun's rays could hardly penetrate it, making the whole world shrouded in a depressing atmosphere.
In the distance, the roars of zombies and the cries for help of humans could be heard from time to time. I knew that this world had fallen into endless chaos and fear. And I, reborn here with the End Log, was destined to bear the mission of saving the world.
I walked slowly along the street, being vigilant with every step. Suddenly, I heard a noisy sound, as if someone was fighting. My heart skipped a beat, and I decided to go and see what was going on. I quietly approached the direction where the sound came from and hid behind an old car to observe.
It turned out that a group of survivors were fighting with a group of zombies. Their weapons were very simple, including wooden sticks, kitchen knives, and even simple weapons made by tying stones to wooden sticks. Their faces were full of fear and exhaustion, but there was a glint of determination and a desire to survive in their eyes.
I watched them struggling to fight the zombies, and a feeling of pity welled up in my heart. I knew that if I didn't help them, they would probably be overwhelmed by the zombies. So, I took a deep breath, rushed out from behind the car, and joined the battle.
I picked up a wooden stick on the ground and slammed it hard at a zombie's head. The zombie staggered a few steps but didn't fall down. It opened its blood - filled mouth and bit at me. I dodged to the side, avoiding its attack, and then raised the wooden stick again and struck hard at its neck. This time, the zombie finally fell.
With my help, the survivors gradually stabilized their positions. They saw me joining the battle and showed gratitude in their eyes. We worked together and eliminated all the zombies.
After the battle, the survivors gathered around and thanked me one by one. Most of them were ordinary people who had survived the zombie outbreak by chance. They told me that there was a relatively safe gathering place nearby, where there was some food and weapons, and they were planning to go there.
My heart skipped a beat. I thought this might be a good opportunity to get resources and partners. So, I decided to go to that gathering place with them.
We continued to walk along the street. Along the way, we encountered several waves of zombies, but we managed to repel them successfully. As we got closer to the gathering place, there seemed to be more and more zombies around, and the atmosphere became more and more tense.
Finally, we arrived at the gathering place. It was a residential area surrounded by a wall, and there were some zombies wandering outside the wall. We cautiously approached the wall and found that the gate was closed tightly. One of the survivors stepped forward and knocked on the door hard. After a while, the door slowly opened, and a man with a gun poked his head out and looked at us warily.
After some explanation, we were finally allowed to enter the gathering place. The scene inside surprised me a bit. Although it was also very simple, it was much safer than the outside. There were some simple tents and houses, and people were busy living inside.
I explained my situation to the person in charge of the gathering place and said that I hoped to stay here temporarily to find some useful resources. The person in charge was a middle - aged man. He looked kind - hearted, but there was a glint of shrewdness in his eyes. He thought for a while and agreed to my request, but at the same time, he warned me that the resources here were limited, and everyone had to contribute to the gathering place.
In the next few days, I began to look for clues about the mysterious power in the gathering place. I communicated with other survivors, hoping to get some useful information from them. However, most people knew nothing about the mysterious power. They only cared about how to survive in this wasteland world.
By chance, I met an old man. He looked ordinary, but there was a deep wisdom in his eyes. I talked to him, and he told me that he used to be an archaeologist. Before the zombie outbreak, he was researching some ancient ruins. He said that there might be some mysterious powers hidden in those ruins.
My heart skipped a beat. I thought this might be an important clue. I asked the old man about the location of those ruins. The old man hesitated for a moment and then told me. He also reminded me that there might be many dangers around those ruins and that I must be careful.
After thanking the old man, I decided to leave the gathering place and go to those ruins to look for the mysterious power. I knew that this would be a dangerous journey, but for the sake of saving the world, I had no other choice.
I packed my luggage and prepared to set off. The survivors in the gathering place learned that I was leaving and came to see me off one by one. Although they didn't understand what I was doing, they still wished me success.
I held the End Log in my hand and embarked on a new journey. I knew that there were countless challenges and dangers waiting for me in this wasteland world. But I believed that as long as I held the End Log in my hand, I would definitely be able to find a way to save the world.