It was a terrifying world, but the earth is still the earth, with mountains, water, and animals.
But for humans, the glory of science and technology that they were once proud of has long been extinguished in countless ruins, and they themselves, humans, Creatures are no longer the dominant creatures at the top of the pyramid.
If the events in his memory started to happen, then the terrifying world in Liszt's impression would appear.
But thinking of this, even he couldn't help showing a helpless smile.
It was no longer possible.
In these short twenty or thirty years, everything had happened step by step as planned in the previous life.
If not No matter what kind of huge accident, I am afraid that the countless mushroom clouds rising from the earth in 2077 will come as scheduled.
It was a tremor from the depths of the soul, a real fear that made countless creatures feel as if they were in that terrifying hell.
Whether it was humans living in the city, wild beasts in the mountains or forests, or herbaceous plants, they were all wiped out in large areas, leaving almost no trace in the countless rising mushroom clouds.
Catastrophic extinction is just like the horrific mass extinctions in history, and the same is true for humans who have occupied the dominant position on the earth.
But this is not the anger from the universe, nor is it a warning from the earth.
It is more about human greed and human decisions.
"I really didn't expect that I would come to this world, but this is not that world yet."
Liszt took a slow breath, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes and extreme uneasiness in his heart.
It would be okay if it was a wasteland-like world.
At least Liszt could hold up a sky and live happily with his golden fingers.
But the extreme uneasiness in his heart told him that this was just a delusion now.
There are still at least twenty years to go before that nuclear war, which can be called a catastrophic disaster, and there is still more than a century to go before that wasteland-like world.
Now the first thing Lister has to think about is how to survive that destructive nuclear war.
What really needs to be figured out is how to survive.
"But who knows who dares to go in those damn shelters and get into a better one?
If you are assigned to some perverted shelter, you might as well die in that nuclear war."
Looking at the mottled wall above his head, Liszt's helpless wry smile made him shake his head.
If his memory is correct, among the 122 shelters, all are perverted scientists who conduct social and biological research.
The test site he used was more like a petri dish in a laboratory.
Even if he could survive temporarily in the shelter, he would probably die miserably because of the abnormal settings in the shelter.
Vault 22, for example, involved genetically modified spores, artificial light cultivation and other agricultural experiments, but the ultimate goal of the group of perverted scientists was to spread harmful plant spores through the vents, infecting all the refugees inside and becoming incapacitated.
The "spore people" who rely on spores to survive are no better than death in the end.
Vault 106 will automatically release nerve gas 10 days after everyone enters, and all the refugees will become perverted lunatics killing each other, which is as terrifying as hell and a slaughterhouse.
In Vault 87, everyone was forcibly injected with the FEV virus, and eventually became irrational mutants.
There are even more shelters for social research, in which the refugees who tried to escape the nuclear war ended up dying miserably.
"If the outside world is hell, then most shelters are definitely not like heaven."
In the world after the nuclear war broke out, Lister, as a veteran player, certainly knew what happened.
And even if the wasteland outside is compared with the shelter, the wasteland that sometimes seems scary is much happier than some shelters.
At least you don't have to worry about becoming a guinea pig in a social experiment, right?
To go crazy is to be killed.
But Liszt smiled slowly, with some self-deprecation in his smile.
He slowly raised his head and looked at the three Johns who were squatting in the corner to rest, but were still very vigilant.
He couldn't help but sigh at himself, and just whispered: " Whether we can survive tonight is another question, let alone a nuclear war more than ten years from now."
Gently letting go of the Winchester 1887 shotgun tightly held in his arms, Lister leaned on his backpack and stretched hard.
The uneasiness in his heart has now come to an end, and it has calmed down his originally restless heart.
He slowly stood up, twisted his neck and made a crisp sound, and then nodded to the man who also stood up with a gun.
John and the others said: "It's almost time, we have to prepare to leave."
"Yes, Mr.
Lister" John and the others looked at each other, moved their lips but didn't say anything.
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They just looked at Liszt's confidence that seemed to have returned, and their hearts instinctively settled down.
One by one, they quickly checked their equipment and weapons, and after confirming that they were correct, they nodded and said, "Recuperation is complete."
Seeing that they had all finished checking, Liszt nodded.
These people were all full-time soldiers.
Although they had lived for a few years after retirement, they were still quickly returning to their most elite appearance.
With the safety of the 1887 shotgun, Lister took the lead and walked towards the wooden door at the entrance of the corridor.
John and the others immediately dispersed and walked behind Liszt, while the last Albin turned his back to them and walked back towards the door.
The AKS74U short assault rifle in his hand was carefully aimed at the corridor to confirm that it was correct.
Finally, he followed Jack in front and walked forward.
But their actions didn't take a few steps, and they stopped completely in an instant with Liszt's gentle reminder.
John and the others did not immediately look in front of Liszt.
Instead, they spread out and immediately squatted down slowly, two pairs of two aiming back to back.
At the wooden door in front and deep in the corridor behind, their eyes and faces were completely serious.
"Wait, there's something going on."
Holding his breath gently, Liszt slowly raised his left hand and tilted his head slightly, as if he was listening.
The three Johns behind him had now formed a formation facing the enemy.
They were faintly scattered in the corridor and squatted down.
They were cautiously guarding the AKS74U short assault rifles in their hands while waiting for Lister's next order.
As those who have experienced actual combat, they have now spontaneously formed a combat team, led by Liszt.
Each performs their own duties and has formed a standard combat machine.
And they were squatting slowly, with the AKS74U short assault rifles in their hands pointed forward, and their fingers had gently pressed onto the metal stamped trigger.
"Quiet."
Liszt raised his left hand and gently made a quiet gesture.
At the same time, he stretched out his finger and pointed forward.
He turned to look at John, who was half a meter behind him, nodded and made a scattering gesture forward.
This is a standard U.S.
Army general combat gesture.
They have learned it when they first joined the army, and they are already familiar with it.
John and Jack immediately bent over and moved slowly towards both sides of the wall.
Their steps were so gentle that no sound could be heard.
However, their rifles were always held steadily in their hands.
The thin wooden door in front of them could not be heard as long as there was Any abnormal movement will be a metal storm like water splashing Their faces and expressions were already extremely cautious and serious, and Lister, who was holding the Winchester 1887 shotgun at the front, was equally serious and cautious.
He slowly pushed towards the back, as if he was walking on a steel wire rope at an altitude of 10,000 meters, but for them, it was not far different from walking on a steel wire rope at an altitude of 10,000 meters.
“Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish” The sound of some solid object rubbing against each other came from behind the wooden door, and was accompanied by a faint, rough gasp, which sounded like the sound of horses grinding their teeth and bulls breathing on a country farm, but For people like Lister and others who live in urban areas, this is unrealistic.
There were no farms here, no horses or bulls, and even at this night, there were strangely no soldiers or crowds that had been quite common before.
After walking for nearly two blocks, they had been moving cautiously among the four of them.
How could there be others?
This continuous friction sound was really weird to the ears of the four of them.
Their movements have stopped, even their breathing has calmed down.
They just looked at the thin wooden door in front of them.
They could even see the light outside through the finger-width gap, as well as a black figure hidden in the shadows.
"Ouch" But at the same time, a violent roar sounded outside the door, and the black figure originally hidden in the shadows seemed to have discovered something and rushed towards the apartment building.
But the expressions of Liszt and the four of them who were just at the door suddenly changed.
They had no time to turn around and escape, and they did not pull the trigger directly.
Instead, their excellent military qualities caused them to squat down in an instant.
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The originally thin wooden door was easily torn open by three sharp claws, without any blocking effect at all.
Countless sawdust flew across the corridor along with the broken wooden door, and a wind caused by the rapid movement of objects in the narrow space instantly pressed over, making Liszt and the others unable to help but close their eyes.
But they did not sit still and wait for death.
Their eyes swept over the image that had just passed by in that moment, and the firearm in their hands had already followed the image that was still left in their minds and pulled the trigger fiercely.
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