When Lin Mo opened his eyes, the taste of instant noodles was still in his mouth.
He worked overtime until three in the morning. He lay on his desk and squinted for a while, then woke up - the sky had fallen.
There was a gray sky above, broken tall buildings stood on both sides like tombstones, cracks were everywhere on the streets, and several scrapped cars lay crookedly in the middle of the road. The smell of rot and rust filled the air, making him cough.
"What's going on?"
