One human after another was wiped out.
One region after another fell.
Someone had once said, "With the combat strength zombies have shown, they're utterly incapable of standing up to modern weapons."
"The only reason they're so terrifying in movies is because the screenwriters are incompetent."
But reality proved them painfully wrong.
A new microorganism appeared.
It spread across the world with lightning speed.
The key was that the human immune system could not develop antibodies against it.
It was like a bullet, possessing tremendous killing power.
Following the trails of human activity, it spread everywhere.
Many living creatures could carry it.
And it attacked only humans, meaning its carriers would not die of the disease themselves and interrupt the chain of transmission.
Some chose to hide in deep mountains and ancient forests, but Rats, mosquitoes, flies, even eagles followed them there.
Some burrowed deep underground and built shelters there.
They filtered the air, water, food—everything—until it was perfectly clean, barely managing to survive.
But very few people could achieve that.
The powerful weapons humanity had developed could kill those shambling zombies, but they could not kill the tiny life forms drifting through the air.
They were worse than bugs.
Yet humanity was helpless against them.
Humans tried all kinds of methods to eliminate them.
Yet they just kept coming.
Humanity destroyed batch after batch of infected zombies.
The weapons truly were powerful.
Yet zombies fell one after another, only to rise again one after another.
And there were fewer and fewer humans.
It drove people to the brink of despair.
Large numbers of people were killed by other people.
Those who had once dared to claim zombies were useless now had nothing left to say.
The zombies truly could not contend with humanity's powerful weapons.
But they were not