“What?”

Rob looked back and forth through the notebook and began to recall whether he had written this sentence because of boredom when he left yesterday.

‘You are not alone!’

Who wrote it?

Such a question arose in his mind. Rob carefully observed the above sentence. He picked up the pen on the table and imitated the same words under the distorted words.

As the sentence fell, his heartbeat became faster and faster, his eyes widened, and he slowly put down his pen.

"Sam, it's time for us to leave!"

Yes! This sentence must have been written by others. This word is so ugly that he can't even write it in a drunk state. He is definitely another survivor!

Recalling the loud noise in the direction of the Empire State Building last night, he had reason to believe that the sound was made by another survivor to fight against the Night Demon!

He must go over and take a look!

After tiring up the information on the table in a hurry, Robert ran quickly to his car, and Sam, the dog, also moved his limbs behind him to follow him.

One man and one dog returned to the car, started the car, and drove towards the Empire State Building.

While driving, Robert kept praying in his heart that he could see a living person, and hoped that this time would not be a disappointing ending.

"Please!"

He whispered a word, and the car accelerated to sixty miles, and Robert shook his head with red eyes.

The dark red business car passed through several unmanned streets. The weeds were bent by the wind blowing from the car. Sam in the passenger seat stuck his mouth out of the window, sucking in big mouthfuls, and his tongue swayed in the wind.

South Street Pier is only three kilometers away from the Empire State Building. It took Robert five minutes to arrive near the Empire State Building.

After entering Fifth Avenue, Robert was startled by the scene he saw, because Fifth Avenue has now become a large garbage dump.

Tables, chairs, computer cases, fire extinguishers, mops, buckets, and large pieces of paper turned this place into an open-air garbage dump.

Robert doesn't come here often because there are a lot of people here, and the number of night demons hiding in the buildings on both sides is also very amazing, and there is no supplies.

The last time I came here, it was a year ago when he came to several tanks here to transport the remaining shells. At that time, there wouldn't be so much debris here.

Robert parked the car on the edge of Fifth Avenue, carefully picked up the M6920 rifle, and prepared to walk into this "trash dump" to check the situation.

"No, Sam, you stay in the car!"

Seeing that Sam wanted to get out of the car, Robert immediately raised his hand and closed the door and asked him to stay in the car.

The height of these debris is not suitable for Sam to enter. There are too many things that block the view, and it is very difficult to walk on. Sam will distract him from following him.

Rob found a better place to stay and began to go deep into Fifth Avenue.

The fragments of the table under your feet and all kinds of strange things really made it difficult to get by. It took a lot of effort to walk seven or eight meters and quickly make a discovery!

Robert is standing at an intersection now. His next kick was originally going to step on a bunch of messy reports, but the depth of his foot was a little different from what he thought. Even though he was all focused on his feet, he almost fell down because he stepped on the air.

He calmed down his body in a little embarrassed manner. He glanced at his feet in confusion. He found a new place to settle down and pushed away some of the miscellaneous items around him. Robert leaned over and picked up the stack of paper that almost made him fall and threw it aside.

Then he saw a cracked pothole on the ground and the pattern that looked like animal footprints.

"What is this?" Robert touched the cracked pit with his hand, with a hint of uneasiness in his expression.

It took him a long time to stand up and see that there was one missing tank that was originally parked at the intersection on the left!

A tank cannot disappear suddenly, it is the M1 main battle tank, weighing fifty or sixty tons, and it cannot disappear just by saying it disappears!

He looked around like crazy, looking for the disappearing tank, or finding some traces of its movement.

Then he saw the chassis of the M1 main battle tank crashing through the wall and embedded in the front desk in the office building behind him.

Things began to become increasingly difficult to understand. Robert shook his head in confusion, looked at the tank that smashed into the front desk of the office building, and looked down at the huge footprints at his feet, spitting fragrance.

"What the hell is going on here?"

Temporarily leaving his footprints and tanks, he continued to move towards the Empire State Building with his gun.

Although he already knew that something incredible happened here, when Robert overthrew the debris and saw the "crater" in front of the Empire State Building, he was still so shocked that he could not speak at all.

In front of him, a huge pit like a spider-web appeared on the originally complete asphalt pavement.

The diameter is visually measured to be about ten meters, and the depth may be 1.5 meters.

Rob stepped over the debris in front of him and jumped into the deep pit, carefully observing the advance, guessing how the pit was formed.

"Meteorite?" He gave a more possible answer, but soon a new doubt emerged, "If it was a meteorite, what about...things?"

Robert walked to the middle of the pit, looked at the sank of his feet on the ground, his lips trembled twice, and sighed: "It looks like two meteorites in the shape of soles of the feet."

"Actually that's caused by the soles of the feet."

Such an unfamiliar word came to his ears. Rob, who was on alert at any time, instantly raised his gun and turned around and aimed at the right direction.

At some point, Levi stood on the edge of the pit and was looking at Robert, who was exactly the same as Will Smith, with interest. "Don't be nervous. Although I'm not afraid of that thing, I still don't want to be ejaculated on my face by that thing."

After seeing that it was a living person, Robert was stunned for a moment and immediately put down his gun. The vigilant expression on his face was gradually replaced by excitement.

Living person!

After three years, he finally saw a living person!

No one is so bored that he has been with a bunch of dummy role-playing games all day long. He hasn't seen a living person in three years. His only social interaction is with Sam. The increasing loneliness almost forced him into schizophrenia, hoping to talk to another person.

Now that I finally saw a living person, Robert couldn't help but step forward and said excitedly: "You are human, no! My name is Rob Neville! Do you need food? Or water? or medicine? Oh, sorry, I'm so happy!"

Because he was too excited, he couldn't even speak well. He looked at Li Wei so eagerly and walked towards the edge of the pit.

The steps under his feet were messy and he almost fell.

Levi smiled and stretched out his hand, pulled Robert, and introduced himself: "Levi, an ordinary salesman."

Last night he fancy "assimilated" a large number of nearby night demons here and converted them all into key energy. Perhaps because the function was repaired a little bit, the energy conversion efficiency increased a lot.

Although I have never understood why the key can obtain energy from his assimilated life, it has risen to 56.88%, totaling 16,341 night demons.

Because he wanted to leave this world earlier, this world was too boring, and almost all electronic products disappeared, without the infinite happiness brought by the Internet, and there was not even anyone who was teased by him!

How happy is there in such a world!

What reason does he have to keep going?!

There is still one reason...
Chapter completed!