After I Fully Prepared for the Apocalypse, the Ungrateful Cried with Regret novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Chapter 33: Warren Rhodes

"Is there something special about this number?"

Lewis asked, confused.

"It’s nothing. Just a personal matter."

Warren Rhodes rubbed his sore eyes.

He hadn’t slept for days.

"Alright, Director Rhodes. I’ll get right on it..."

When Lewis looked up, he saw that Warren Rhodes had already fallen asleep.

He quietly closed the door, trying his best not to disturb him.

’Everyone’s been wiped out these past few days. Now that the acid rain has finally stopped, Director Rhodes deserves a temporary break...’

Barely forty minutes after Lewis had left,

Warren Rhodes startled awake.

The voice from before seemed to still be echoing in his mind:

First, the zombie virus is primarily transmitted through blood contact... Second...

"What’s happening to me?"

Warren Rhodes muttered to himself.

He got up and poured himself a cup of strong tea. The cold liquid ran down his throat, clearing his head a little.

He walked out of his office and noticed that his colleagues and subordinates outside had all gone home for the day.

"No one’s been home for days. They can finally go home today."

Warren Rhodes smiled in relief. He walked down the dimly lit stairs, only to find the lights still on in the IT department below.

Remembering the matter with his granddaughter, he decided to go and ask about the situation again.

And while he was at it, about that strange phone call from earlier.

’I just wonder if Lewis has gone home yet.’

Warren Rhodes opened the door to the IT department and saw Lewis, under the bright white lights, kneeling on the floor.

His back was to Warren Rhodes.

The files on the floor around him were scattered, but that was normal for the IT department.

Warren Rhodes sighed and bent down to help pick up a file from the floor.

"Lewis, why haven’t you gone home yet?"

Warren Rhodes asked.

But Lewis remained with his back to him, not responding.

Just as he was about to step forward, Lewis, still crouched on the floor, suddenly convulsed and whipped his head around to face him.

Warren Rhodes stared in disbelief at the Lewis before him.

He was vomiting blood, staining his white shirt.

The veins on his face bulged, their patterns turning black.

"Director... Rhodes... run... now..."

Lewis clutched his neck, his expression contorted in pain.

Only then did Warren Rhodes notice the bloody hole in Lewis’s neck.

"Who did this?!

Right, I need to call an ambulance!"

Warren Rhodes tremblingly pulled out his phone, only to find it had no signal at all.

He couldn’t even dial the emergency number.

"Run... now..."

After forcing out those two words, Lewis convulsed again and lunged violently at Warren Rhodes!

As if by some strange compulsion, the voice echoed in Warren Rhodes’s mind again:

"First, the zombie virus is primarily transmitted through blood contact. Whether by scratch or bite, infection is rapid..."

’A real zombie?!’

Warren Rhodes’s expression changed drastically. Fortunately, he was from a military background, and though he was over fifty, his reflexes were still sharp.

He backed away, knocking over desks and chairs while observing the zombie’s reaction.

"Lewis, do you still recognize me?"

He found that nothing he threw could stop Lewis’s advance.

"Lewis, it’s me, Director Rhodes!

Chance Lewis! Wake up!"

...Third, once transformation into a zombie is complete, it is irreversible. Do not hold out hope. Kill on sight...

Remembering those words, Warren Rhodes’s heart sank.

’Kill on sight... How is that possible...’

He looked at the crazed Lewis before him, a bitter sting in his eyes and nose.

The Chance Lewis of yesterday was a clean-cut, decent young man.

But the thing he was now, it was clearly no longer Lewis.

"KHH... ROAR!"

A beast-like roar erupted from Lewis’s mouth. Warren Rhodes decisively drew his service pistol.

BANG!

The first shot hit Lewis’s shoulder.

But he continued his attack as if he felt no pain.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Next were his thigh, abdomen, and ankle...

"The streets are full of infected people!" 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

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