On the day of doomsday, Chen Du was being scolded in the conference room.
The project manager bit his colleague's neck, and twenty-five people rushed to the security door like crazy. Chen Du didn't move - his left eye pupil exploded with a circle of gold, and an interface that only he could see popped up on his retina: the corridor was all red, and there were zombies outside the door.
This is not rebirth, not a system, not a supernatural power. This is the result of his immune system dying and making peace with the Lazarus virus after he was infected with it - his left eye can see danger, but every time it is used, the vision will permanently decrease a little.
My sister was trapped in a university town fifty kilometers away, with only enough insulin to last thirty days. Chen Du rode on an electric delivery vehicle and passed through the city teeming with corpses. He is not a special force, and he does not have unlimited bullets. His only weapon is every alley, every fire escape, and every window that no one remembers.
But the most dangerous thing in the apocalypse is never the zombies.
Some people are using survivors for human experiments, some are hoarding supplies and waiting for others to starve to death, and some are eating hot pot and telling you that the "fresh beef" in the refrigerator comes from neighbors who starve to death. Every time Chen Du saved someone, it was like he was making up for the guilt of not having time to send his mother to the hospital.
"His left eye can see the distance of death, but he cannot measure how far away from humanity he is."
A city that is drowning, a delivery man riding an electric bicycle, and a pair of golden eyes that are going blind. The end is not the end - the choices humans make when facing the end are the real end.
