Doomsday RV

The Apocalypse Begins

January 14, 2045, Tuesday. The early morning sunlight, as usual, streamed through a gap in the window and fell across Liu Zhu's weary face. The alarm went off right on schedule, its shrill ring echoing through the cramped rented room. As usual, Liu Zhu reached over to turn it off, then lingered in bed for a few more minutes. A programmer working the infamous 996 schedule, he spent every day consumed by work. His life was so dull it felt like a constant copy and paste. He got up groggily and walked into the bathroom. Looking at his haggard face and vacant eyes in the mirror, he couldn't help sighing.