In the wasteland after the nuclear explosion, the air was filled with the sweet smell of decay. Zhou Wangshu huddled under the collapsed billboard, with only the last tube of radiation protection agent left behind him, and the mutant beasts tracking him had noses that were smarter than detectors.
He looked down at his festering wound—it was glowing.
No one told him that after inhaling lethal radiation, he would not die, but would step by step become a monster in the eyes of others. But the restless power under his skin told him that this might be the only chance to turn a bad card into a king.
There is a bunker three kilometers away that is said to be still alive, with water, weapons, and all the reasons to live. The problem is that the only way into the bunker must go through the radiation zone that can make ordinary people bleed from the inside out.
And now, he seemed to smell the radiation that frightened ordinary people... He was hungry.
