When Zhou Ming opened his eyes, the taste of instant noodles was still in his mouth.
What he saw was a dark red sky, and the air was filled with a mixture of rot and blood.
The remains of several crooked buildings in the distance emitted black smoke, and the streets were littered with broken car wreckage and dried black blood.
"Where the hell is this?"
Zhou Ming got up from the ground and found that his plaid shirt and slippers were missing, replaced by a shabby gray cloth.
