Cold, biting cold.
This was Lin Fan's first feeling after regaining consciousness.
Immediately afterwards, there was the overwhelmingly thick smell of blood and rotten stench, like countless invisible hands, frantically drilling into his nasal cavity and stirring his already numb stomach.
He struggled to open his eyes, and what he saw was not the pale ceiling of the hospital, but a gray sky shrouded in scarlet "fog".
Surrounded by ruins, burning vehicles emitted black smoke, and in the distance, thousands of "infected people" poured in like a tide, making scalp-numbing roars.
