Old Mike took the keys and went to the driver's cabin to start the vehicle, seemingly filled with a sense of mission.
As the engine roared to life, they could feel the vehicle speeding forward and hear it crashing into zombies on the road.
As for the soldier who had claimed his old injury was acting up, he did not rest at all. Instead, the girl pulled him onto the sofa and found some wires to hook up the television they had brought aboard.
The vehicle actually had a pre-installed Stereoscopic Projection system, but it was now 2019 on this Earth. It was better not to bring out technology that was too far ahead of its time.
The girl pulled the bubble gum from her mouth, rolled it into a little ball, and stuck it to the corner of the table. Then she smiled and whispered, "Our Doomsday Survival team is starting to take shape. Nice. I've wanted to play this kind of management game for ages! Though Mack is a bit old. He probably won't be much use working the fields."
"He's the driver I recruited. He can drive from now on, which means I'll have more time to keep you company." The man plugged in the television, found an overhead cabinet to tuck it into, then took a Spider Totem from his waist pouch and plugged it in as an antenna. This way, they could watch Adjutant TV.
In truth, communications across the entire United States had already been completely cut off. Everything people could currently see on television or hear on the radio was what Adjutant wanted them to see and hear.
For example, the battlefield footage from Washington D.C. earlier had been filmed by drones—knockoff Nanomachines Adjutant had learned to make from Doom. The overly emotional