Survivors — The Chosen One Returns

I realized something profound. Once you prove you can save the world, Uncle Sam really will rocket you to the top. Holy crap.

This is grand. Am I off to fight aliens directly? Comrade Zheng Fan, hello. I'm from the National Special Projects Unit,

Lei Zhen, head of Bureau 749. Hello. From now on, all national resources are at your command.

Worldline shift detected. Gained 100 shift points. 100 points. Finally, I can invest some points.

To support my top-secret plan, and boost your survival odds, I suggest putting all 50 into space. Increase your storage capacity.

Space + 50. Got 500 square meters of storage. For the remaining 50 points, evenly into strength,

speed, and reflexes. Mr. Zheng, based on your expanded space, we've prepped a max-ration of compressed food,

med kits, and tactical armor. This is a custom sidearm. It takes two new bullet types. Red is thermobaric.

It saps oxygen in tight spaces and generates insane heat and pressure. Blue is cryo rounds. They flash-freeze and shatter armor or limbs.

Whoa. Is this the joy of cozying up to the state? Comrades, I'm off.

Wait for my good news. We'll be here, waiting for your return. Maxed-out gear in hand,

apocalypse, Old Hu Hansan is back! Keep up your attitude. Aren't you always acting on top of the world?

Now you're all in my hands. Just kneel and kowtow three times, and I'll leave you whole. What do you say?

Jiang Qingqing, you know the secret of the medicine, or do you like that? Shut up.

Break this bitch's legs, throw her out the window to the zombies. Just like we did to her teacher. Yes.

Jiang Qingqing, I'll kill you. Kill me? In your dreams.

Who's there? So many ganging up on one, that's no skill. Quick,

kill him! Killing in the pastor's place, that's not illegal, right? Zheng Fan,

you, you're really alive. You're back. What,

not welcoming me? You dare hurt me? Brother Liu won't spare you. He'll definitely send men

to tear you apart. You just said you'd break my legs and feed me to the zombies, right?

You, what are you doing? Stay back! Taste your own medicine.

Return the favor. Help! You asked for this. Don't move.

I'll blow you up. You, what power is this? Didn't I say?

I'm the chosen one. Bear with it. It'll sting a bit.