The End of the World: All My Teammates Are Criticizing Me Like Crazy, but I'm the Only One Who's Normal

[No system power + group portrait + funny + imagination + no cp] In the bloody apocalypse, other people formed a team and relied on unity to overcome difficulties. My team was frantically testing the edge of internal strife every day. I am Shu Guang, a former science student and now a life recorder. My survival principle: maximize efficiency and minimize risk. But my teammates perfectly avoided all rational options: ·Calculative Captain: A humanoid command tower, making decisions as coldly as a machine. He really knows how to calculate the cost-effectiveness before selling his teammates. ·Holy Father Doctor: The only Holy Father in the apocalypse. His kindness always challenges my survival formula. ·Leziren Scout: Leziren is a madman. When the zombies attacked my face, he asked me: "Have you modeled this data?" ·The God of Killing Archer: The silent God of Killing, who can solve problems with arrows and never talks nonsense, except to save his teammates. We fled north with the blood-stained "Project Dawn" pass, and we were pursued by waves of corpses and betrayed by people's hearts. Until the encrypted signal that guided hope was cracked, and the cold words beating on the screen instantly crushed all illusions—— [Identity verification failed]. The promised last refuge for mankind? Co-authoring the Dawn Project is a giant trap! There are only two options before you now: Either continue to believe in empty legends and be harvested by unknown black hands; Either take care of these psychopaths around you first, and don't let them try to change your way of survival!