Civilization? That thing is more fragile than a rusty chassis in a junkyard.
When the last oil well erupts with a cry of despair, the broken car of the world will completely collapse. Not a virus, not a nuclear winter, but something hard, cold, and jamming all the gears—out of gas. The steel behemoth lay paralyzed on the highway, the city became a morgue, and the survivors ate like mice inside the rusty skeleton. Fang Qing stood on the ruins, knowing that this was his time
