The Ultimate War Of The Apocalypse
Chapter 542 - 535 The World is Small

Chapter 542: Chapter 535 The World is Small

The arrival of the Serpent People severed the bonds between humans, from communications to logistics, large-scale free movement became impossible.

The current situation of the once most powerful country remains a mystery.

The relationship between the people of the Solar System Company and America was too close, for the members of Satan almost all settled in America. The Solar System Company had too many people concerned about America, paying attention to America.

Ram was extremely agitated as he picked up the headset and said hastily, "Hello, I’m the commander of a survivor camp in Africa, can you tell me the current situation in America? Can you tell me if the Government is still operating, is the army still resisting? Are there many survivors? Please tell me everything you know."

After finishing, Ram said to the radio operator in an urgent tone, "Don’t use the headphone, let everyone hear it."

"Survivor camp in Africa? I thought you were some nearby survivor camp. Okay, let me tell you what happened in America. Those damned politicians abandoned us from the start, they did nothing, fled into the Cheyenne Mountain Base, there was no military resistance, no, there was no military left. We have no food, no medicine, the people can only fend for themselves, some survivor camps established by the local governments were invaded by the Aliens, everyone could only scatter and flee, we cannot gather in great numbers, cannot fly, am I clear enough?"

Ram stayed silent for a moment, then he continued, "Is there any order left?"

"Order? No, from the moment those damned Aliens arrived, there was no order to speak of. The National Guard tried to resist, some say they saw the National Guard attempting to eradicate those zombies but failed. Now it’s all chaos, we can only save ourselves, buddy. How are things on your side? Might Africa be any better?"

Ram pondered for a moment and said, "The situation in Africa is slightly better because we don’t get much attention from the Aliens. Please tell me, how bad is the situation in America now."

"I don’t know, man, over here..."

The voice disappeared, turning into static noise, as Ram said frantically, "No, no, no, don’t, don’t..."

Among Ram’s prayers, the noise finally became a conversation again, though not as clear as before.

"Stay away from cities, away from crowds, lacking food and medicine, numbers must not exceed one hundred people, or it will invite an attack from the Aliens. I heard the mothership of the Aliens is hovering over the East Coast. This I heard on the radio from people on the East Coast. Zombies are wandering everywhere around the cities, no one can survive in or near the cities. Oh, and I heard survivor camps around those big cities are robbing each other for food. People gather by skin color, by ethnicity, or they risk being robbed or even killed. Cannibalistic devils have appeared. If you approach unfamiliar groups rashly, you could become food. That’s how bad it is, I don’t even know how to describe it... This is Hell, buddy."

The speaker choked up a bit, Ram sighed lightly, then he said urgently, "Can you describe your situation? I want to understand what it’s like where you are. How many people are in your camp, are there many camps like yours?"

"What are you trying to do?"

Ram sincerely said, "I’m in Africa; I just want to understand the situation in America. We have many survivors here, tens of thousands. I’m not trying to get your location to attack you, buddy. If you’re using a shortwave radio, you’d know I have no means to locate you, and I haven’t asked for your exact location."

"Alright, we have eleven people here, two families. Things are rather calm where we are. We’re at Apache Peak National Park. Around us, there are about seven small survivor camps. We engage in some barter trade, and currently, it feels like paradise here, at least I think so. Uh, our region’s situation is good because many people prepared food and medicine in advance, and of course, sufficient weapons. We have sixteen rifles, four pistols, and about ten thousand rounds of ammunition. We have ample food, some medicine, but these will run short in the foreseeable future... Thanks to the Apocalypse Missionary, may God bless him."

The speaker paused briefly, seemingly interrupted, but he continued, "My wife doesn’t want me to share this with the outside world, but I don’t mind, because... I really want to talk to someone, I miss that era so much..."

The speaker started choking up, then he said softly, "I think maybe I should let my wife talk to you, as for the others, they’re asleep. Do you know it’s nighttime here? And my wife and I, we’re on watch... Can you share about your situation? Buddy, how are you all doing?"

Ram spoke softly, "My name’s Ram. I’m in Africa. We have people from all over the world here, and of course many Americans. Uh, we’re a very strong survivor camp. Buddy, you just mentioned the Preacher, could you explain what that means?"

"You guys have a lot of people? Er, the Preacher, he’s a legendary guy who wandered the Rocky Mountains and Colorado Plateau for many years, always saying the Aliens would come, telling us to prepare for the Aliens’ arrival. Er, he started alone, and then for some reason, one day he began preaching these things, hoping more people would prepare for the apocalypse like he did. He was like a missionary, so we called him the Preacher. One day, I thought perhaps there really could be an apocalypse, so it wouldn’t hurt to prepare. Now I need to thank him, because he helped a lot of us survive."

Ram seemed a bit lost in thought, then he said softly, "Does he have a .22 caliber rifle, is he known by the nickname Marmot Killer?"

"Marmot Killer? I don’t know, he eats whatever, but he does hunt with a .22 Ruger rifle. Er, you really aren’t nearby?"

The person on the call sounded more alert, but Ram spoke with deep emotion, "Sir, don’t be nervous. I have been searching for him for many years. The world is so small, so small. I really didn’t expect to get news about him today. I truly thought he was dead... Sir, I want to tell you, please hang in there, there is always hope so long as you are alive."

"Thank you, talking to you has made me feel a lot better, knowing that far away there’s a group of people... who can talk to me, even though I hardly believe you’re really in Africa, you are right..."

The static crackled again, and then the man said through the background noise, "My name’s Mark, Mark Dave. What’s..."

The communication was cut off, and after waiting for a long time, Ram did not hear the man on the other side of the radio speak again, so he finally put down the handset and said softly, "America... there are survivors, one can imagine they’re doing relatively well at self-salvaging."