When Mu Daye opened his eyes amid the violent jolts, his nostrils were filled with the smell of damp river wind and some kind of rotting aquatic plants.
He subconsciously touched his waist - the holster of the Type 95 automatic rifle should have been there, but it was empty at the moment, with only rough linen rubbing against his skin. All he could see was the gray shipboard, with turbid water leaking out of several cracks, and a few bugs as big as fingernails escaping along the wood grain.
"Are you awake?" A hoarse voice came from above.
