At twelve o'clock at noon, red mist engulfed the city.
There was a power outage in the company, and monsters rushed into the lobby. Everyone was scrambling for water, food, and escape routes.
Lin Xu is just an ordinary administrative manager.
There is no space to store goods, no thunder and fire powers, only a warehouse list in hand, and a safety system that no one wants to listen to before the end of the world.
Until Article 1 of the Convention enters into force:
[Contribution in exchange for rations.
People who steal water are marked on the spot, people on patrol recover their physical strength, wounds in the medical room heal faster, and the perception of monsters on the vigil route decreases.
Only then did Lin Xu understand.
The most scarce thing in the apocalypse is not food or weapons, but the fact that there are still people willing to believe in the rules.
From company warehouses to entire office buildings, from communities to shopping malls, from subway black markets to urban safety zones.
Others lived for three days by plundering.
He built a city by order.
