Two years after the end of the world, Chen Mo always thought that he was just a survivor at home.
The thickness of the fungi spreading in the ventilation ducts proved that it was two years old.
Vaguely he seemed to hear
The sharp sound of a scalpel cutting through the skin
The mechanical voice announced: "Memory cleaning program No. 215 Started."
Nursery rhymes: "Spiders eat flies... Spores eat spiders..."
"The game begins, little mouse." The voice chuckled.
