The day the blood moon hung in the sky, a zombie horde tore away civilization's thin veneer. Order collapsed, and human life became the cheapest thing of all.
Chen Mo hid in his fortified rental apartment, chewing the last half of a compressed ration bar as he calmly watched people outside being torn apart. He wasn't some bleeding-heart saint. Before the disaster, he'd already earned his first fortune selling information, and stashed enough supplies to last three months, along with a modified crossbow.
Someone begs for help? Sorry, bullets are worth more than lives.
A teammate wants to split the supplies? Fine, trade me your life for them.
Whether facing the claws of evolved zombies, looters taking advantage of the chaos, or even a “savior” who awakened supernatural powers and wants to climb over him, Chen Mo sticks to one principle:
“Want to get something from me? First, think about what you're worth.”
With calculations so cool they border on cruelty, he scavenges amid the zombie hordes and makes plans among the ruins. From a lone survivor who only wants to stay alive, he gradually builds a team that cares only about profit, yet proves more dependable than family.
After all, in this apocalypse, what keeps you alive is never kindness, but strength and a clear head.
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