The sweet smell of rust, mixed with the choking smell of scorched earth, was like two invisible hands, tightly strangling Lu Zhao's throat.
He opened his eyes suddenly, and saw neither the familiar white walls of the laboratory nor the computer screen flashing with data streams.
The gray sky looked like a dirty rag soaked in water. The cold wind blew up the snow foam and hit my face, hurting like a knife.
For a moment.
Lu Zhao's brain shut down.
