The red mist descended and the city collapsed into purgatory within seventy-two hours.
The logistics warehouse manager woke up from a high fever and found that the world had changed its rules. Zombies are rampant, order has collapsed, and living people are more difficult to defend than monsters. Fortunately, he awakened to a portable space that could store items and evolve, and he understood one thing earlier than most people: in the end of the world, being soft-hearted will not save your life. Only by surviving can you be qualified to talk about other things.
He collected supplies, killed zombies, and collected crystal cores along the way. From warehouses, campuses, hospitals to abandoned factories, he fought his way through with a group of people who could still be useful. But just when he thought this disaster was just "red mist + corpse transformation", a research report in the ruins of the military revealed a corner of the truth.
Red fog is not a natural disaster.
Zombies are not the end.
And the space on his body is far more than just a survival tool.
He is not a savior and does not intend to save everyone.
He just wants to survive with his own people.
If the world insists on forcing him to choose, then he will step on the ruins and snatch a way out.
