Doomsday Red Alert: Ruin Commander

On October 7, 2010, leaden gray clouds hung low in the sky in the suburbs of Qingzhou City. Chen Mo squatted beside the rusty iron door of the warehouse, tightening the last bolt of the diesel generator with his oil-covered fingers. The cold wind swept the dead leaves across the concrete floor, and the pungent smell of rust and diesel fuel filled the air. "The weather is terrible..." He wiped his sweat and looked up at the bare poplar trees outside the barbed wire fence. Dozens of stiff bird carcasses hung among the branches of the trees, their feathers fluttering in the wind. Three days ago, the news was reporting strange incidents of migratory birds dying abnormally during migration, and now this scene was standing before his eyes. The harsh ringtone of Nokia 3310 came from deep in the warehouse. Chen Mo took out his cell phone, and the words "Waste Lao Zhao" danced on the screen. "Old Chen! Do you still want the goods from the western suburbs breeding farm? They are all scrapped engines!" The voice on the receiver was hoarse and quick, "The past two days have been very evil, and the streets are full of wild dogs going crazy and biting people..."