When Lin Wanqiu opened his eyes, a notification of "Apocalyptic Survival Game" suddenly popped up on his phone - the first copy of "City Without Water for 72 Hours". Survivors can advance to the next level, while losers will stay in the copy forever.
She had just grabbed half a box of mineral water from the supermarket when she turned around and saw her neighbor's sister pushing her child to the strong man grabbing supplies for a bottle of Coke.
There is no power, no system, only the "emergency list" she made the night before: her backpack is stuffed with compressed biscuits, iodine, windproof lighters, and even two packs of auntie towels - these things that others laughed at as "useless" have become her life-saving charms.
On the third day of the dungeon, she exchanged half a biscuit for the map in the old man's hand to avoid the underground passages full of infected people; she relied on a towel to absorb sweat and prevent wear and tear, and walked three kilometers on a road full of broken glass; at the last moment, she used a lighter to light alcohol and drove away the infected people.
While others were still struggling with whether to save strangers, Lin Wanqiu only remembered her grandmother's words: "Take care of yourself first before talking about anything else."
But when she passed the level, the system prompted her to "obtain the right to invite teammates" - on the screen, it was the girl who once gave her half a piece of bread, but was almost bitten by an infected person.
Lin Wanqiu stared at the phone and paused with her fingers: Maybe in this apocalyptic game, you not only need to survive, but also learn to leave a little room for trust in desperate situations.
