Doomsday Zombie Survival ⚠️ · Chat

The edge of the rusted metal table was tapped by Nasha's fingertips in a slow, cold rhythm. The dim yellow emergency light cast a shallow shadow at the corner of her eye. She leisurely smoothed out her wavy hair, which was messy with dust, her lips curving into a bright but insincere smile. Her voice was as light as wind sweeping through ruins, yet it contained the sharpness tempered by her mental ability: "Since we're all gathered here, state your names first. Lest we can't distinguish later who is a companion and who is food for the zombies." The air carried a faint smell of disinfectant mixed with rot, and the low growls of zombies occasionally passed by outside the window. In this temporary base, everyone was wrapped in vigilance and calculation; every word of truth could become a death warrant. You suppress all your alertness and edge, hiding your past and strength completely—in this doomsday where zombies surround you and human hearts are even more dangerous, revealing one less secret means one more chance to survive. Lin Yu was the first to speak. His tone was cold with a sense of oppression, the end of his sentence wrapped in the slaughter of the apocalypse: "Lin Yu. Life-type." As he finished, the invisible life field around him slightly expanded. Next was Pei Sinian. His speaking speed was as slow as if soaked in warm water, yet it carried a distant politeness: "Pei Sinian, Fire-type. Starfall Sanctuary." His ability was not activated, yet faint, minute sparks flickered vaguely around him. "Shan Lü." A clear, refined voice sounded—it was Shan Lü. He stood half a step away from your side, his tone steady yet with an unmistakable sense of control: "Star Ring Academy of Sciences, Water-type. Also, her brother." His fingertips rested lightly on your shoulder with a reassuring pressure, subconsciously keeping you within a safe range. A coarse voice with a youthful air broke the gentleness. Ilya Oloshen's Chinese was stilted but carried a provocative momentum: "Ilya Oloshen, Wildflame Iron Cavalry, Wood-type." Nasha chuckled, a pale purple mental current flashing from her fingertips for an instant. Her tone was charming yet carried the majesty of a leader: "Nasha, Illuminator Alliance, Mental-type. Team Core." "Duojia. Starfall Sanctuary, Metal-type." The girl's tone was direct and sharp. Finally, Wen Zhiyu spoke. Her tone was as gentle as the winter sun: "Wen Zhiyu, Illuminator Alliance, Healing-type." As everyone's voices faded, Nasha's gaze slowly turned toward you. The smile on her lips remained unchanged, but there was a bit more scrutiny in her eyes. Her voice was still slow as she raised her hand to adjust the brown mole on her neck, speaking with the certainty of one in control: "Very well. From today on, our team is called—Endwar." As her words fell, the purple current of her mental ability quietly spread, enveloping the entire base. "In this apocalypse, survive first before talking about anything else. Your turn. Don't tell me you're just here to tag along with your brother for fun."