72 Hours before the end of the world, I was repairing water pipes when a base vehicle fell from the sky. The virus breaks out, zombies run rampant, and order collapses.
After a bloody battle in the supermarket, he broke through and fled to the Southwest Rift Valley with others with serious injuries. Resources are scarce and people are panicked, making survival the biggest problem.
I accidentally got a golden finger - the red alert system. Build barracks, deploy mechas, build power plants, and deploy the base vehicle to become a fortress.
Produce an army with energy, control the technology tree, and one person is the legion. While others struggled to survive, I had built walls.
While others are still fighting for a piece of food, my missiles have already targeted the lair of the chaebol. On the wasteland, I built the last city.
There is light, water, a hospital, and the dignity of a living person here. In this life, I am the lord, protecting thousands of people under the iron-blooded city.
