Facing the relentless zombie horde, Bearded Jack barked orders into his radio while coordinating the defense.
But their firepower was woefully inadequate.
Four operatives. Limited ammo.
They barely held the convenience store, let alone reached their vehicles.
This was ground zero of the outbreak.
Thousands of zombies—bred from four hours of unchecked SCP-049 "treatments" and SCP-008's exponential spread—swarmed the streets.
Nine-Tailed Fox hadn't come for war. Each operative carried only 2-3 spare magazines.
Now, their reserves were drying up, while the horde kept growing.
Bearded Jack radioed for backup: "Nine-Tailed Fox requesting immediate support! Zombie numbers unsustainable. Cannot break through!"
The Site Director's reply was grim: "Negative. All Foundation assets are securing the city perimeter. You're on your own."
Luo Shu had expected this.
Containment protocols prioritized sealing the city over rescuing a few.
Against global extinction, even MTF lives were expendable.
Of the original squad, less than half remained—scattered, isolated.
No extraction. No miracles.
Improvised Fortress
While the operatives panicked, Luo Shu assessed the store's layout.
"We need to fortify."
He yanked down the metal security shutters, sealing the exits one by one.
The last shutter clanged shut.
Silence.
The zombies scratched at the barriers briefly before losing interest.
Inside, the team regrouped.
Ammo count:
32 rounds (7.62mm NATO)
13 rounds (9mm Parabellum)
Bearded Jack grimaced. "Even with perfect headshots, that's 45 kills. A drop in the ocean out there."
Luo Shu cut to the core issue: "Will the Foundation nuke the city?"
"Are you insane? Nuking the New World capital would trigger automated nuclear retaliation—global annihilation!"
Good.
No nuclear option meant they had time.
The store's food and water could last five people a week.
Surely the Foundation could contain this in seven days?
(And if not, Luo Shu's infinite supply abilities—like Stellar Water and Durian-Stinky Tofu Pizza—would keep him fed indefinitely.)
Ammo Run
Bearded Jack, ever the soldier, fixated on rearming.
"We need more bullets."
A squadmate suggested: "Wait until nightfall. Scavenge from fallen operatives."
Luo Shu scoffed. "You think they died with ammo left? They ran out—just like we will."
The operative glared. "Got a better idea?"
Luo Shu pulled up satellite maps on the store's computer.
"Here. Back exit → right turn → 100 meters down. Gun store."
Only in the New World.
In Europe or Asia, they'd need to raid a police station or military base.
Bearded Jack's eyes lit up. "We move."
Luo Shu groaned.
"Or… we could stay put and enjoy our snacks?"
But logic didn't sway a man bred for combat.
Jack handed his GLOCK-19 to the medic—not Luo Shu.
"You three hold here. We'll grab ammo and return."
Luo Shu's lips thinned.
"Still just a disposable D-Class to them."