On the day when the apocalypse came, Lin An was delivering the last takeout order on hand.
The destination is an old community. The security guard at the door skipped work to buy cigarettes. There is no elevator in Building 7. When he rushed up to the fourth floor with the braised chicken, his brain suddenly exploded - all the information within a ten-kilometer radius was poured into his brain in an instant. Lin An, whose powers were overloaded, was in a coma for three days.
At the moment before he fell into coma, a consciousness that did not belong to him did the last thing for him - compressed two sets of key information into the depths of his memory. Seventeen safe coordinates, seven people who can help him reach the capital alive.
Then, the end came, the ground cracked, flash floods, tsunamis and earthquakes swept the world. Deep underground, thousands of fist-sized cavities began to breathe at the same time.
When I woke up, my powers were silent. There were more than 200 unread messages from my sister on my phone - she was in the capital's protected area for people with powers. The last message was "Brother, please reply to me." He replied. Not sent out.
More than two hundred messages, two thousand kilometers away, the whole city is in ruins, and monsters are about to hatch.
His powers were gone, leaving only a body enhanced by powers, two sets of key information engraved deep in his memory, and a bowl of takeaway braised chicken that had gone bad for three days.
The first lesson in doomsday survival: Eat first, then find someone.
