The smell of disinfectant penetrated his nose, mixed with a vague musty smell, making Lin Yuan's consciousness struggle to emerge from the endless darkness and chaos.
He opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was not the bloody purgatory-like apocalyptic wasteland in his memory, nor the ferocious faces of zombies biting, but a snow-white ceiling and a ticking IV bag.
"Are you awake? Just sign when you wake up. This is the end between us."
A cold and somewhat impatient female voice sounded in my ears.
