《BACK FROM THE DEAD: MY APOCALYPSE LEVEL-UP SYSTEM》全部章節：第 61 章 - 第 70 章

Chapter 62: Christian's SOSThe emergency radio on the main desk hissed violently, cutting through the high-pitched hum of the wall sirens. Red emergency lights rotated around the control room, casting long, dark shadows against the stone walls.Justin didn't wait for another word. He squeezed his bruised ribs with one hand and pulled his heavy pistol from his holster with the other. The white bandages under his shirt pulled tight as he took a hard, shuddering step toward the desk."Eva!" Justin shouted, his breath catching in his throat as a fresh spike of pain shot up his chest. "Give me the mic! Let me call the front gate!"Eva held the radio microphone tight in her hand, her thumb pressed down so hard her fingernail turned clear. Her dark eyes were wide, staring at the small speaker as if she could force Christian's voice back through the static."Christian!" Eva called out, ignoring Justin's hand reaching for the console. She brought the mic right to her lips, her voice sharp and

Chapter 64: Slicing the ScreamerThe air inside the heavy truck smelled like burnt copper, wet leather, and old sweat.Eva rested her forehead against the cool, vibration-shaken metal of the truck’s window frame. Outside, the world was a blur of dark pines and white snow, but her focus wasn't on the trees. It was on the small console strapped to her thigh.A high-pitched tone buzzed in her ear, sharp enough to make her back teeth ache."Turn that thing down," Justin grunted from the driver’s seat. His hands were locked on the steering wheel, his knuckles swollen and red. Every time he shifted gears, his breath hitched in his throat. His cracked ribs were screaming, but he didn't slow down. "It sounds like a dying bird.""It’s not a bird," Eva said. Her thumb moved over the small glass screen on her leg, tracking a jagged white line that jumped with every high-pitched screech echoing through the valley. "Look at the wave pattern. That isn't wild screaming. It’s a rhythmic signal. It pu

Chapter 66: Marcus's DesperationThe heavy truck jerked to a stop inside the staging bay of Facility 09. Metal gates crashed shut behind them, blocking out the freezing mountain wind. Suddenly, the air turned warm, thick, and smelling of diesel.Marcus huddled in the corner of the iron cage on the back of the truck. His knees were pulled right against his chest. His stomach felt hollow, aching with a sharp, empty pain. He pressed his dirty face against the cold steel bars, breathing in short, shallow gasps. His throat was dry and scratchy from dust and freezing wind.Through the iron bars, he watched the garage come alive. Overhead lights hummed, washing the concrete floor in stark white light. Guards in thick leather gear walked back and forth, rifles hanging off their shoulders. They looked full, strong, and healthy. Their boots made loud, heavy thuds on the floor.Then she stepped out.Eva got down from the truck's passenger side. She didn't look worn out at all. Even with dirt on

Chapter 68: Face-Slapped to the DustThe alarms didn't stop. Red emergency lights kept pulsing down the hallway, turning the concrete walls a dirty red.Under a pile of knocked-over supply bins, Marcus pulled his legs tight to his chest. The air smelled terrible, thick with burned cloth and cooked meat coming off his right arm. He squeezed his wrist hard, trying to stop the sharp shocks of pain running all the way up into his neck.Outside the storage room, heavy boots pounded against the floor."Get this area locked down!" someone yelled from the hall. "Nobody leaves Sector Three!""Is he still in there?" another voice called out. "Did anyone see him?"Marcus jammed his forehead against the floor, squeezing his eyes shut. Every breath hurt his chest. "No, no, no," he muttered into the dirt, saliva and sweat smearing across his chin. "Please. Not like this."The vault's outer doors gave a heavy groan. The locks popped open one by one with loud, metallic thuds. Then the steel doors pu

Chapter 70: Julian's MoveThe morning inside Facility 09 was cold. Same as always. But today it felt different. Heavier, somehow.Eva sat at the steel desk in the command room. She was cleaning her dagger with an old rag, slow and careful. Behind her, the generator hummed. Frost covered the thick glass windows so you couldn’t see much outside.Then the big steel door slid open with a dull thud. Justin walked in. His boots clicked on the floor. In his hand was a small silver radio. The screen blinked blue.“Eva,” Justin said, stopping in front of her desk. “We’ve got a call.”Eva didn’t look up. She kept wiping. “From Christian? At the front wall?”“No,” Justin said. His voice got quieter. “It’s long-range. From the southern coast. It’s him.”Eva stopped. She gave the blade one last wipe, slid it back into the sheath on her hip, and stood up.“Julian,” she said under her breath.“Yeah,” Justin nodded. “He’s been trying to reach us for about twenty minutes. He says he knows about Mar