The World of Chu Yun

The bitter sea wind howled and raged, occasionally punctuated by sharp gunshots. Beastly snarls drifted through the pitch-black streets, yet somehow sounded almost human. On the rooftop of a towering building, pierced by the wreckage of a giant airliner, sat a bearded man. Gazing down at the fallen city, he murmured, "My name is Chu Yun. This is my 361st day trapped in this sandbox world. I'm fine, just a little lonely."