Rebirth of Humanity in the Last Days

The damp cold wind was like an icy snake, pouring from the broken ventilation ducts into the depths of the abandoned subway station, enveloping it with rust, mold and some unspeakable smell of corruption. Lin Jin opened his eyes in severe pain. His consciousness was as clear as a knife, and every nerve ending was screaming. He huddled under the rusty bench, his whole body shaking uncontrollably, and his bare arms rubbed against the rough cement floor, feeling a stinging friction.