The Darkness Before Dawn Is Quiet

It was a hazy morning, with crows flying wildly. Birds were uncommon, and most of those who dared to go out were eaten by them. A faint ray of sunlight filtered in from the clouds. Washing the deserted streets, covering up the events of the night. The drone in the sky broadcasts comforting words as usual, although the person behind it is no longer there. Helicopters don't come often because there are so many of them. People are sparsely living in secret corners, waiting to die, waiting to live, and waiting for the food sent by the "Night Comes", of course, if it counts as food. They are everywhere and nowhere to be seen. On the shelves of shopping malls; on ghostly running autonomous buses; in houses with open doors; in the shadows; in all the dark places where the sun doesn't shine. They are all there. This is not some high-risk area in the early 21st century, but the city of Tinfang Erg in 2097 AD or the 32nd Lost Year, a former world capital built on the high seas. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.