It was 7:00 in the morning, and the sun had not yet fully risen with its full warmth.
The destruction that had started from a laboratory was now slowly spreading like a storm to other parts of the world, and so far, no one had any solution for it.
And today, Vietnam was also caught in the grip of that storm. Cities were already facing destruction, and gradually that devastation was spreading to other parts of Vietnam as well.
As usual, in a village, farmers were busy working in the rice fields. They wore large plastic boots on their feet, and up to their knees they stood in the water-filled rice paddies, fully engaged in their work—completely unaware of the approaching disaster.
One farmer, who was standing upright to ease his tiredness and had just yawned while raising both his hands to relax for a moment, suddenly noticed something in the distant fields to his left. Those fields looked like small hills from where he stood.
He saw a crowd of people running—and suddenly they began attacking the farmers in those fields.
From that distance, he could not clearly see their faces, which would have made him even more terrified.
He immediately shouted at the people around him:"Everyone, run from here and save your lives."
("Mọi người, chạy khỏi đây và cứu lấy mạng sống của mình.")
Hearing his voice, all those who were bent over working in the fields straightened up. When they looked around and saw what was in front of them, they all began to run in fear—often slipping in the water as they tried to escape.
And in no time, that bloodthirsty crowd reached them. Some were still trying to save their lives by running, but most of them became prey to those savage attackers…