At eleven at night, the city was still bustling, neon signs mingling with headlights. The convenience stores were still lit, and people were still striding out of supermarkets with shopping bags. Everything looked peaceful, orderly, civilized. Shen Yuan stood on the balcony of his thirty-second-floor apartment, watching it all, his heart weighed down as if by a mountain. Because he knew that seven days later, everything would collapse. A zombie virus leak would ignite the entire city within seventy-two hours. Communications would go down, order would break down, people would eat one another, and the living would become prey. Those who were still ordering milk tea, grabbing digital red envelopes, and scrolling through short videos would, in just one week
