Before the aroma of the eggs spread out, blood from the bus splashed onto Wang Shuo's face.
At the end of the avian flu mutation, his mother became a zombie in the house, and the police were torn to pieces outside the door. The 18-year-old man clutched a bloody shovel, and there was only enough food in the refrigerator to last three days. Survival was his only "job" now.
Broken bicycles, empty supermarkets, classmates asking for help, the sudden appearance of armed police, siblings crying for their parents... Every step is a gamble: either your throat will be bitten by zombies, or you will grab supplies and humanity among the corpses, stepping on broken meat to survive until the next second.
"The world sucks, but I have to live."
Wang Shuo wiped the blood off his face and stared at the red-hot fog on the horizon - behind him was a roaring tide of corpses, in front of him were ruins with no roads, and his survival game was already on hellish difficulty level from the very beginning.
