From the start, all you have is a pot and a kitchen knife. In a famine year, people band together to survive, and not one of them is a saint!
During the Guangxu-era Ding-Wu drought, the earth lay parched for thousands of miles and all order collapsed. A mouthful of water decided who lived or died; half a biscuit divided friend from foe. Human life was cheap as grass. A group forced to flee famine gathers strangers with their own flaws and agendas as they travel. The group keeps growing, while constantly being dragged to the brink of life and death.
No supplies falling from the sky, no saintly halo. Everyone scrimps over every grain of food and every drop of water in a gritty wilderness survival struggle. They're selfish, cowardly, and self-interested, far from perfect, but desperation forces them to grow. They distrust one another, yet have no choice but to depend on one another to survive. This is hard-core wilderness survival, a true account of life at the bottom. Staying alive is the only justice.
