When the chirping of cicadas tore through the sky in July, the roar of zombies shattered the tranquility of midsummer. Ling Xiaoxiao, a female high school student, clutched the convenience store key left by her parents and guarded the first warm stronghold in the apocalypse behind the glass door. The warm light of Ling's convenience store became the only star on the ruined street.
At first, best friend Su Qian stumbled into the door, covered in dust and warm blood that was not cold; then, Leng Yan, who was cold on the outside and hot on the inside, appeared with a crowbar, and his back became the most solid support for everyone, and quietly lived in Ling Xiaoxiao's heart; the painter Shen Mo used charcoal to record every wisp of fireworks in the convenience store, painting fear into courage; cosplayer Lin Mengmeng's sequined cloak reflected light in the dark alley and became a guiding light; college student Chen Yang's physics knowledge built an invisible wall for defense.
They counted salt grains and medicines among the shelves, shared a bowl of hot porridge in the room on the second floor, stood guard side by side amidst the drone of drones circling, and held each other's hands in front of the fangs of mutant zombies. When the shadow of the "Spark" force shrouded, and when the lies of the safe zone in the distance were exposed, Ling Xiaoxiao finally understood that the most precious thing in the apocalypse was never materials, but the pair of shining eyes behind the glass door - she, the "boss", never guarded a convenience store, but the home of a group of people, a period of time that grew up in the ruins facing the sun.
From an island-like convenience store to a community home in the morning light, from scrambling for survival to fighting back side by side, they used friendship to boil warmth, and used love to light up hope. In a world where zombies are rampant, they wrote the three words "survive" into the most moving words.
