The gray cement road is covered with mottled bloodstains. The building that should have towered into the sky is now like a carelessly discarded aluminum can, swaying this way and that, with the concrete and steel bars exposed in the air.
Wu Xingwan had not eaten for three days, so he had no choice but to venture out in search of supplies.
Today is June 22, 2093, the tenth day after the fall of Magic City.
Ten days ago, several people with strange behaviors suddenly appeared. At first, no one paid attention to them, until they started spitting out blood and biting people.
In just half a day, the normally bustling streets turned into a purgatory.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
