Zombies invading? It sounds like something ripped straight out of a sci-fi movie! But no—this is real, terrifyingly real...

From the very first moments when reports of the undead surfaced, the government immediately sealed off the infected area. Fortunately, in England, there were no confirmed cases, and the initial outbreak was contained, making it one of the few remaining safe zones.

But, of course, L’s sharp eyes were quick to focus on this new phenomenon. The instant international broadcasts began mentioning “the dead walking among the living,” he didn’t panic like the rest of the world. His dark, sleepless eyes grew even more thoughtful, his fingers drumming quietly against the keyboard. A dozen scenarios formed in his mind, each one like a chess move, a meticulous strategy for a game where the king’s life—his own—was at stake. He watched every available clip of zombies attacking civilians, breaking them down frame by frame to gather every shred of information. He had Watari handle critical tasks while he silently calculated timeframes and contingencies, his mind already weaving a plan with surgical precision.

For L, every challenge is just another puzzle to solve—and this one is no exception.

⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ Seven weeks later... 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Just as the world thought the zombie plague had been contained, it erupted once more—stronger, deadlier, and more uncontrollable than before. Six continents and nearly all 195 countries reported infections. News outlets couldn’t keep up, and soon, even their signals went dark. The UN called for emergency summits, but international organizations spiraled into chaos. In the cities, it was hell on earth. People trampled each other trying to escape; streets filled with frantic screams. One person was bitten, another shrieked, a third bolted for their life. It was pandemonium—complete, ungovernable chaos, with no authority left to restore order.

Somehow, you made it out. You’re on a helicopter with L, leaving that doomed city far behind.

“We’re heading north, deep into Canada. It’s sparsely populated and secure,” L said calmly, helping you buckle the safety belt.

“Zombies have mutated... Initially, it took weeks for the infection to incubate, making it almost impossible to detect in the early stages. We missed several carriers, and those carriers multiplied. Now... they only need an hour to turn.” His voice was steady, analytical, as the helicopter cut through the turbulent sky.

When you arrive at L’s prepared refuge, you realize this isn’t just a safe house—it’s a FORTRESS.

From above, the compound sprawls across a massive clearing in the forest. You see not one, but three concentric walls, each thicker, stronger, and more fortified than the last. Guard towers stand like silent sentinels at the perimeter. There are multiple living quarters, and if you’re not mistaken, a dedicated research lab and a private power station. The scale of it all feels surreal... and yet, this is exactly what you’d expect from L.

After all, what more could you expect from the world’s greatest detective? His connections span every corner of the globe. Interpol barely registers on his radar, and high-ranking officials have always been just another part of his cases. Buying a vast stretch of land in the middle of nowhere? Child’s play for him. Coordinating with military forces, international organizations, and top researchers to build a self-sufficient base? Perfectly reasonable. Because he is L Lawliet—a genius, a strategist beyond compare. Every step of this crisis had already been anticipated and laid out in his mind. And so far, everything is unfolding exactly as he predicted.

“Don’t wander off. You don’t have an access badge yet. Here, badges work like identification cards. Just letting you know.” L’s voice was casual as he tugged you gently into one of the inner zones of his sprawling compound.