I woke up with a severe headache.
To be precise, he was woken up by a piece of mutated iron sheet. This kind of iron sheet has become the standard equipment in the wasteland since three years ago. It is not an ordinary iron sheet, but scrapped system server fragments. Its hardness is comparable to the third-level defense barrier.
My head was buzzing, and my eyes were filled with double images. When I sat up, I realized that I was leaning against a broken concrete pillar, with half a broken cushion under my butt, and a mineral water bottle that had dried up for half a year.
Abandoned gas station. I recognized it.
I stayed in this place yesterday. To be precise, yesterday I was still looking for supplies in the rift area to the north, and was chased by a group of bone-eating rats for three streets, and finally hid in the basement of this gas station. Then——
I remembered. That chip.
