Hello, I'm Russell

In 2009, scientists invented a new virus that, after tens of thousands of clinical trials, was confirmed to have a cure rate of up to 250% for cancer.

The world was in an uproar!

People were overjoyed to celebrate the arrival of the new era, and eagerly got vaccinated against the virus, and then... nothing happened!

The cancer patients who received the injection recovered, but all of them died a few months later. Well... in a sense, the treatment was indeed successful, and even in death, these people did not die from cancer.

The story didn't end there; the virus mutated, changing from being transmitted through blood to being transmitted through the air.

Of the world's six billion people, 90% died directly. Of the remaining people, 9% mutated into nocturnal monsters that could only be active at night, and only 1% developed antibodies and were able to survive.

This 1% of humanity lives a very difficult life, struggling for food and water during the day and trying to evade the night demons at night.

Worse still, you can't surrender in Hell Mode. In other zombie worlds, if you don't want to be human anymore, you can just get bitten by a zombie. But not here. They have built-in antibodies and are forced to resist to the death.

Colonel Robert Neville was a brilliant pathogen researcher serving the America. military. As the vanguard in researching viral vaccines, he could only watch helplessly as the virus raged.

In his anxiety, he put his wife and daughter on a helicopter to leave the city, only to witness the tragic crash of the helicopter.

Despite the loss of his family, Robert had only one reason to live: to use the immune system in his blood to find a way to reverse the virus.

Three years passed in the blink of an eye, and New York became a ghost town, with Robert becoming the only human remaining there.

Time has taken everything away, leaving Robert only with memories, making him struggle in loneliness!

Robert once thought loneliness meant being the only person in the world, but when he was the only person left in the world, he realized what true loneliness was.

Loneliness means that you are your own whole world!

Although Robert had a German Shepherd Sam to keep him company, the dog couldn't speak, and he hadn't communicated with anyone for three years. He barely managed to keep his mind from collapsing thanks to his military discipline.

He's held on until now, but he's almost at his breaking point. He longs to talk to someone, even just a few words.

"I now broadcast on all AM frequencies, and I will wait at the South Street pier at noon every day when the sun is at its highest."

"If anyone can hear me, anyone, I can provide food and water, and safety..."

"If anyone can hear me, please... you are not alone!"

Today, Robert drove around his 'territory' before taking his family, including Sam, to the South Street docks. There, he sat at his desk writing code, using the midday sun to dispel the deep chill in his heart.

His heart had grown cold; he hoped that at least his body was still warm.

"Come on, Sam, it's another sunny day, let's go play golf!"

Robert left the dock with a smile. His golf course, also known as the Intrepid Sea, Air & Space Museum, is a museum converted from an aircraft carrier, mainly used to house retired America naval warships, air force aircraft and other military equipment.

Three years ago, this place became his private territory. The most famous of these is the Blackbird scout plane, his favorite golf club. Every time he stands on the Blackbird and swings his club, he feels incredibly cool.

Clearly, this is a precursor to schizophrenia; he's overthinking things!

Bang!

With a swing, Robert raised his hand to shield his eyes from the sun, watching the golf ball recede into the distance. A sound of shattering glass made him smile with triumph.

"Wow, Sam, I'm getting better and better!"

"Woof woof!"

"Haha, so you think so too."

Robert didn't notice that not far from the Intrepid Sea, Air & Space Museum, a dark figure was watching him with ill intent, raising and lowering a gun before finally putting it back into its sleeve.

"I'm just too kind-hearted, not ruthless enough..."

Russell was a little disheartened. He realized he couldn't kill Robert. He rushed over full of confidence, but his heart softened when he heard the broadcast.

Please... you are not alone!

This broadcast made it impossible for Russell to be ruthless. If he were to fire for the sake of the mission, he would lose his principles and there would be no turning back.

Moreover, Robert and Spooner from the world of "I I, Robot" share the same face. Looking at him, Russell was reminded of his own youthful days, when... at 18, he had just graduated from High School in Mug Town, before meeting the mature Gandalf, and was still a pure young man.

Youth is a time worth cherishing, a time that makes one want to protect it; it should not be tainted by the dirty adult world!

After thinking it over, Russell decided to follow his heart and spare Robert's life, helping him develop an antidote serum as soon as possible before the next wave of Reincarnator arrived.

"Kid, you're lucky to have met me. Not everyone has a heart as full of light as mine..."

Russell shook his head slightly and drove towards the port where the aircraft carrier was located. As he said, Robert was really lucky. If any other Reincarnator had entered this world first, Robert would have been dead for sure.

Because the risk is so low, killing Robert only requires one bullet. Could there be an easier task?

Bang!

With a swing, Robert stood on the wing of the Blackbird, maintaining his pose and gazing into the distance.

Suddenly, Sam, who had been lazily sunbathing, twitched his ears, as if he had spotted prey, and stood up abruptly, barking wildly into the distance.

Sam enjoyed hunting, Robert didn't pay much attention until the engine roared to life, at which point he froze and looked over.

"My God..."

A brand-new R8 sports car sped up, and there were people inside!

A living person!

Robert's eyes turned bloodshot, and he jumped up excitedly, waving his golf club and shouting, "I'm here! Look here, there's someone here!"

Robert accidentally fell off the wing, landing hard on his backside and wincing in pain. He didn't care about anything else and sprinted off the aircraft carrier at a speed faster than Bolt, tumbling and crawling to the port.

Sizzle!

The R8 stopped, and Russell got out, raising his hand to greet them, "Hello, I'm Russell..."

Robert didn't listen. He hugged Russell tightly, buried his face in his shoulder, and sobbed. After three years, he had finally seen a living person.

Russell's raised hand froze in mid-air. It was so awkward. This was the first time he had encountered such an enthusiastic protagonist. If this were a girl, he could have immediately... well, you know, based on his favorability.

Three seconds later, Russell's face darkened, and he pushed Robert away. "You can hug me if you want, but why are you touching me like that?"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry..."

Robert's eyes were bloodshot, and he was crying so hard that bubbles were coming out of his nose. He wiped his tears and said, "I just want to make sure you're a real person and not a plastic mannequin."

"Are you afraid you're dreaming?"

"Um!"

Snap!

Russell slapped him across the face. "Does it hurt?"

"Could you do two more?"

"It doesn't hurt?"

"It hurts! But the pain makes me happy!"