The smell of frying eggs hadn't even faded when blood from inside the bus splattered across Wang Shuo's face.
In an apocalypse sparked by a mutated bird flu, his mother turns into a walking corpse inside their home, the police are torn apart outside, and the eighteen-year-old clutches a bloodstained shovel. The food in the fridge will last only three days. Staying alive is the only "homework" he has now.
A bicycle with its chain snapped, an empty supermarket, classmates pleading for help, armed police appearing out of nowhere, a brother and sister crying for their parents... Every step is a gamble with his life: either a zombie bites through his throat, or he fights the horde for supplies and struggles to hold on to his humanity, treading over torn flesh to make it through the next second.
"This world is rotten, but I have to live."
Wang Shuo wipes the blood from his face and stares at the red haze burning across the horizon. Behind him, the horde howls; before him lies a ruined wasteland with nowhere to go. His survival game is hell-level difficulty from the start.
