Chu Yun's World

The cold sea breeze howled and raged, occasionally mixed with sharp gunshots. The roars of beasts could be heard from time to time in the dark streets, but they were vaguely like human figures. On the rooftop of a high-rise building invaded by the wreckage of a huge passenger plane, a bearded man sat. The man looked at the sinking city below and murmured to himself: "My name is Chu Yun. This is the 361st day that I am trapped in this sandbox world. I am fine, but a little lonely."