In the early morning, in the northwest corner of Washington State, a wide open space was temporarily requisitioned by the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, becoming an emergency center.

The fog was heavy tonight, and everyone was wearing a coat for themselves.

At this time, the isolation tent had been set up, and all the coma found were placed on the hospital beds. Medical staff kept patrolling and monitoring them for 24 hours. Regarding the reason for their coma, more than a dozen experts have made dozens of guesses in just a short time and started to verify each patient.

In a studio, Professor Goodwenze was waiting in front of a patient, and the other party was lying on a hospital bed. According to the instrument, his body temperature was rising. Looking at the hundreds of people in the venue, he was the first to happen to this situation, because the entire medical team was paying great attention.

"The first thing we need to figure out is the reason why their body temperature drops." Goodwinze said: "Average body temperature drops ten degrees Celsius than normal, which can even freeze people to death under normal conditions, but they are still alive... Should we name this disease Hibernation? Humph, veritable hibernation?"

"But the test has not yet obtained any results. There are no obvious signs of cell erosion, nor are there any signs of large-scale reproduction of a single bacteria." Another researcher, a fat man with round eyes, said quickly: "So I still think that we should quickly bring large equipment, whether it is CT or MRI, only with it can we have more information. Damn financial allocations, those people above are really stingy!"

"Whether it is a public or a private enterprise, the upper class is always stingy." Goodwenze is a good temper and doesn't want his colleagues to be as irritable as he is: "Let's make a guess first, where do you think the disease is on? The lungs, the heart, the head, the lymphatic system? What is the source of infection? Airborne transmission? Some kind of mosquito? Or is it a radioactive water source that causes cancer?"

"...It must be mosquitoes, a group of deep-sea campers." The fat researcher with round eyes muttered: "My mother said not to play this kind of outdoor sports. Now is the best time for species invasion. Who knows if malaria in Africa will come to the future..."

"Professor, professor!"

At this moment, another researcher suddenly broke into the room. He was panting and obviously trotted all the way: "Outside, there is a policeman outside who wants to see you. He suffered a little injury to the head. He said he saw another patient!"

"Another patient? What does it mean?" Goodwenze was stunned for a moment, but then he thought that just when he arrived during the day, there were indeed police officers at the scene: "He discovered a new patient? Where is the person? Where is the person??"

Goodwenze ran out of the room directly, and his round-eyed colleague followed him out quickly. The isolation area is quite large. This studio is at the end of the public bed area, but there is another entrance and exit. Goodwenze jogged on the grass outside. At this time, the night was already deep and the weather was very cool at the foot of the mountain. You still need to pay attention to the ups and downs of the ground when jogging, but it is a bit difficult.

The policeman was right in front of him, wearing a police uniform very formally, and was being supported by a medical staff member. He was obviously injured in his head and was staggering towards them!

"Sir Police Officer!" Goodwinze ran to the front and shouted, "Who hurt you so much? Come with me quickly, Esley, go get the bandage, why are you still standing there? May I ask you...?"

"Lyon, Lyon Rose."

After letting go of the medical staff's hand, Lyon waved his hand and said it was okay: "It was just that he was hit hard on the back of his head, and there was a lump. He was in a coma at that time."

Goodwenze stepped forward to support Lyon: "Someone reported to me that you found a patient again on the mountain? What's the situation? What about them? Could it be... they attacked you?"

"It's hard to describe..."

Any story has to be told before it is told. Lyon walked down the mountain with his wounded wound for a long time, and it was just the time to sit for a while.

At the same time, a distance from this temporary rescue center, the palm-colored Toyota Prado has easily arrived at the edge of this open space with its beautiful off-road performance. It has passed through dozens of deciduous forests in a straight line, and the tires are stained with a lot of soil.

Solan opened the door and got out of the car. He was wearing leather boots, trousers and leather jackets tonight, just like Arya.

Seeing Arya get off the car and planning to charge, he quickly slapped her head and said, "Don't move rashly, let's figure out the situation first."

Arya was really excited. She bent her body slightly, sniffing the cool air with her nose twitching. Solan also took a deep breath, and there were human smells everywhere. However, the individual differences he identified were significantly less than the number of scenes. The more than 100 "people" lying on the hospital bed were actually slowly transforming into his own kind.

"It is best to cause a big fire. Just burn them out and you'll end it."

"Uh...huh..."

Arya responded with the tremolo of her throat. Half of her had entered the prey state, her eyes had not turned red, her sharp teeth had not been sheathed, and her facial skin was not exposed, but she stared at the brightly lit isolation tent with a bloodthirsty smile.

Solan started to move, his pace was very slight, and there was no difference between leather boots or soft-soled shoes. But Arya's voice was dull, and although she was still as agile as a cat walking in the night, she was undoubtedly one level behind him.

This is not a military forbidden area. There are no soldiers patrolling around, and there are no searchlights to patrol around. They easily approached. The night wind in the mountains is really not small, and most people will not stay outdoors, and their body odor will naturally be blown everywhere by the wind.

The public ward area is clear at a glance. Although the tent fabric is an opaque white fabric, there are strange smells everywhere inside. This is not a real biochemical laboratory, and the isolation of gas is not so tight. The two zombies can know everything inside as long as they stand outside.

"Alia, be alert at any time." Solan whispered: "Our dear companion, may be lurking around here at this moment. He needs to do his best to stop the transformation of the zombies. Is it okay to stay away from it. I understand?"

Arya's little head kept nodding, and her big eyes looked around with pride. Her hands were clawed, like a velociraptor who was planning to hunt, half-bowed her body, constantly poking her head out of the distance.

Solan silently planned the next action, but still had a lot of energy to Arya.

They are all zombies, this little girl is really weird.

Solan has seen many similar people, but the first one is as "beast-like" as her.

Indeed, those zombies are no different from ordinary beasts. Many zombies are also very beastly after entering the state of hunting, but this is essentially different from Arya. Rather than saying that she is a zombie, she is actually more like a little werewolf. Look at the hooked claws, and she keeps stretching the back of her hands and fingers to the front. What, will it be that laser cannons still be fired there?

“…Let’s go!”

After a rapid run, Solan faced directly to the end of the tent, where there was obviously an independent room, which must be the location for the researchers to do individual research!

There was a faint and undetectable rustling. It was not difficult to get close to this place. When you were close, you could smell a human smell inside. Of course, there was another thing that emitted a strange smell. It still preserved a little human smell, but it didn't last long.

"Actually, if it's not for having to keep it secret... it's good to ask them to do some research." Solan muttered to himself: "I haven't seen a puppet master for a hundred or two years. Every time, I have to cause a lot of trouble to everyone, and everyone's methods are different. If there are really scholars who can find common rules... At least I don't have to deal with the mess during World War II!"

But this is obviously a beautiful wish. It is not too difficult to collect practical data from rare individuals that have happened once in a century, and then search for historical records in the memories of long-lived zombies to compare this research. What's more, by counting by fingers, the time when human technology really developed rapidly is only in the 20th century.

Solan looked into the glue-glass window and saw a man in a coma lying on the hospital bed, and another fat researcher with round eyes, who was preparing to draw blood again.
Chapter completed!