The scorching air poured into the lungs, carrying a disgusting smell of coke and protein.
Lin Ye rolled out in embarrassment from the edge of the rolling waves of fire. The combat uniform on his back had been carbonized and clung to his skin, causing bursts of pain.
The world around me is a purgatory.
Twisted and charred corpses covered the streets. The once ferocious mutants were now transformed into silent sculptures.
Under the orange-red firelight, lines of light blue virtual characters refreshed crazily in front of him.
