The End of the World

The smoke of the city has dissipated. Buildings with broken windows, cars burned into skeletons, scattered guns, shards of glass piled up on the road, newspapers, burned dust, dancing wildly in the wind, their roars heard from the distant streets from time to time, the scattered skeletons on the roadside, and the dried blood stains tell people everything that happened here. Maybe I will die one day, but I still want to use the knowledge and abilities we have to lead the few remaining humans in the world to survive! Live... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.